SORRY THIS IS GOING TO BE A SHORT CHAPTER BU THE REST WILL BE PUBLISHED LATER This week probs tomorrow.
ILY
When I die, there will be nothing left of me. Not even my thoughts because I could never put them into words.
I wore an extremely short black dress with black heals. The dress showed off my long, slim,tanned legs. I have to admit, i was pretty proud of my legs. My long brown hair was straightened and I had a 'lil red lip stick to stand out a little. I looked in the mirror and it looked like something was missing, I felt confident with how I looked and thought that I might actually look pretty - no, i woulnd't use 'pretty', I wouldn't be described as that. Maybe the correct o rbetter term would be hot. Well sure I've been called hot plenty of times but to actually feel it was somehitng better.
Maybe I just needed an accessory? I already had studded earings and spiked ones in, a necklace maybe? Nohting that sreams girly, I want to leave the feeling of danger and mystery. I looked frantically through my jewellery boxes and in my large wardrobe to find nothing I wanted for this evenings appearance. I huffed and strode across my room to see if there was anythig on my night stand passing my desk on the way. A black pattered thing caught my eye, half under a book I left lying open on my desk. I lifted the book to find a simple but my beloved black choker. Perfect.
The door bell rang and my soul nearly left my body with how scared I got. I looked at the clock, It's exactly three minutes and forty four seconds past six o'clock. It's Probably Cooper, I hope it is. I took a quick glance in the mirror before running out of my room with my phone. I answered the door to see Cooper leaning against the porch railing, In a black leather jacket adn black skinny jeans. He looked hot. He pushed his hair out of his face.
He led me down to the car with his hand on the small of my back and opened the car door for me. He was quite. This wasn't any formal party it was the same as usual, wild parties full of beer and vodka and dirty dancing and games. I don't always take part in the games or dancing but I merely observe these things but being to drunk to really pay attention.
We rocked up at Coopers cousins house where the party was being held. Red cups already littered the front yard and there were already drunk teenagres grinding on eachother and thorwing there heads back as they downed the vodka. As Cooper and I walked up the drive way together he leaned over and whispered "Thought we might make our appearance special as we're the most talked about poeple in the town... and I forgot to mention, you look hot tonight." I didn't reply sa I didn't know how to. He was probably in one of his flirtatious moods. I'm just a quick flirt of his when he gets bored, I've just learnt to accept it. That's probably the only thing I don't like about him, he'll flirt with me for a while, I'll get a little lead on and then it just stops. I mean it's partly my fault, I know it's coming every time but I let it happen and I go on with it.
As we entered every one in the room looked at us, there was a lot of poeple in there might I add. There were a few cat calls and whistles but some poeple stood there a little shocked. I don't see why, they should be pleased, most 'popular' people in the town weer at the same party as them and where not planning on killing them. I'd take it as a complement.
