We get out the car and enter the loudest house in this quiet neighborhood with lots of lights.
"I'm going to find Drake!" Rihanna shouts as soon as we get in the house. I roll my eyes but nod my head as she begins pushing through hoards of sweaty bodies.
I sigh,"Guess its just me and you Justin." I turn around to face Justin only to see the back of a blonde girls head.
"Where the hell did he go?" I wonder.
I decide to try to find the kitchen and succeed.
I grab a grape wine cooler out of the bucket or ice.
"Damn top," I mumble to myself as I struggle to take the top off of the drink.
"Need some help," I hear a deep masculine voice say from behind me.
He takes his thumb and pops the top off.
"Um...thanks,"
"No problem baby,now,whats a sexy girl like you doing here alone?" I blush at his comment and I look down at my feet.
"My friends actually convinced me to come...they are no where to be found though."
He laughs,"Let me guess,your one of those goody two shoed girls who likes to prove your point or someone wrong."
Yes,oh mighty fine and wise one!
"Um,no,I'm not,I just wanted to go out."
"Then why are you getting so defensive,baby?"
"Don't call me baby, I don't even know you!" I say taking a sip of my drink. He takes a step closer to me.His leg now seperating mine. I smell his cologne and it makes him appear sexier than he already is. Damn I know that face from somewhere though.
He takes my chin by his finger and lifts it gently,"Oh baby," he says with a cocky smirk. I'm too tranced by his sexy face and nice body to even process his words.
"You wanna dance?"
"What?! Oh wait..no!" I freak out while slightly pushing him away.
"Have you ever danced with a guy?...like twerking or sumthin,"
"Yes," I say knowing thats a lie. I'm pretty good at twerking though.No lie. I do it when I'm bored and alone.
"No you haven't!" He laughs.
"I have...I will show you!" I shout while pulling him by his arm back out into the main dance center.
FUCK ALINA! Why on earth do you always put yourself in these type of situations!
As much as I want too back out I just want to wipe the doubtful,humorous smirk that plays on his face off.
"Whats your name?!" I ask as we approach the main dance room.
Even in the dark light I can see his face turn from confused to even more confused.
"You don't regonize me? I'm Chris the schools popular kid? I've seen you around...Alina right?" I can't even answer.This whole time I've been talking to Chris. The schools popular kid...the playboy...CHRISTOPHER BROWN!
"Um...you ok?" He ask cautiously.
I stop walking and nod my head. We are in a semi-isolated part of the room.Not as many people over where we are. Red nose comes on and I take another throat burning swig of my beverage while internally doing the red nose dance in my head.
"So uh,are we gunna dance?"
Oh. my. fuck.I am screwed!!!!
"Um,um...on the next verse..."
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Me and Mr. Brown
Teen Fiction"God! You guys act like its a sin to be a virgin at eighteen! I'm just saving myself for the right person," I say as I bite into the juicy hamburger. "Saving yourself is just another way of saying nobody will give me any dick," my gay bestfriend Jus...
