Cole
"Cole, Cole, Cole!" I hear people chanting for me as I stand there with the pump of the keg glued to my lips. I down the beer for a few more seconds as it burns my throat. Some of it misses my lips and falls onto my black long sleeve t-shirt. I remove the pump from my mouth and hold it up in the air in victory. Everyone yells in excitement, which makes me laugh. Tonight was my annual end of the year big blow out party. My parents are always on their yearly trip to Italy around this time. They've never taken me along because apparently they need space from me because I'm too much to handle. Which doesn't make since because I'm a hoot, kind of. So they just say to hell with me and leave me behind with wads of cash and hop on their private jet.
"Hey Cole," I hear a girls voice screech behind me. I don't have to turn around to know who it is Sophie, the schools blondie whore. She's practically slept with half of New York already. And sadly I was one of them. And ever since then, she's been trying to claw her way back into my...well pants.
"Sophie," I say tiredly as I slowly turn around uniterested. I don't have time to deal with her shit right now. I just want to have a good time, get drunk, maybe hook up with a few girls. But not her, never her again. She walks up to me a little, red solo cup in one hand while she places her other on my chest with her decorative long nails.
"Miss me?" she asks with a sly grin. I roll my eyes and grab her wrist gently, striping her hand from my body.
"Nope," I say with no expression. She frowns at me and flutters her eyelashes that are fully coated in black mascara, making them look like spider legs.
"Well,I missed you," she protests.
"Good for you," I instantly snap back, which makes her face go red with anger.
"Well if you're going to be like this all night then I'll just hook up with Dace!" she screams.
Dace, my sworn enemy. He's cocky, arrogant and thinks he can do anything. It pisses me off. To his family and the entire administrative at our school he's perfect, golden boy Dace. But in reality, he's a fake.
"Well you have fun with that," I say to Sophie with a fake smile as I pat her on the shoulder. "Well, I'm not sure it would be much fun. Rumor has it he has a small...you know." She looks at me with disgust and prances away, her long, straight blonde hair swinging behind her. Thank fucking God for that. I start to scan around the room again, looking for a potential fling for the night. No, no, hm...but no. I feel somebody tap on my shoulder behind me and I pray that it's now Sophie coming back for more, not again. For fucks sake, how long has it been, two...three minutes? "I said no—." But instead of being greeted by Sophies caked on makeup face, I'm greeted by my friend, Kyle.
"Some chick's hear to see you, Coleslaw," Kyle says while pointing his thumb behind him in the direction of the door. I follow to where his his finger is pointing and my eyes land on a short girl standing in the doorway.
"Who is she? And stop with that shitty nickname." I tell Kyle, my eyes still glued to the mysterious girl. Kyle shrugs his shoulders as he rolls his eyes at my comment.
"I don't know. But be carful though, she's feisty...I need another drink," he responds lazily. "See you, Coleslaw." He pats my back and I pat his and he disappears into the crowd. I turn my attention back towards the girl, before slowly making my way towards her. I might have just found my fling.
When I get over to her she looks nervous, and avoids making eye contact with me. I cross my large arms over my chest and gaze down at her. She's very short, well compared to me considering I'm a giant of 6' 3. Her brunette colored hair is short and falls just above her petite shoulders. She's wearing black yoga pants that fit her legs, and a dark green tank top that clings to her body showing her figure very well. And as for her feet, on one foot she wearing a light purple and dark purple striped sock. And on the other, she's wearing a plan light blue sock. Big bulky classes sit on her freckled nose, well try to at least. Due to how over sized they are they keep falling down her tiny noes. She looks innocent, too innocent. Let's have some fun shall we.
"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" I finally say to her before ripping one from my vape pen. I blow out the smoke in her direction and I can hear her scoff a little at my action. She still doesn't look at me though, just continues to look at the her feet and wiggle her toes nervously. I chuckle in my head a little bit, but now out loud. Who is she and what does she want?
"Well you're cute enough. So if you came here for good time you came to the right place. How about I take you some place more private," I say to her with my signature grin. She's not like any of the other girls that I usually fuck with. But for now she will do.
The next thing I know, she's finally looking up at me with her big chocolate brown eyes and red face. Her eyebrows curl and her tiny freckles painted noes scrunches a little.
"Do you seriously not remember who I am?" she spits angrily out of her pink lips. I scan her body up and down again, trying to jump start my memory. I honestly have never seen her before in my life. And defiantly not at one of my parties. I would've for sure have remembered how out of place she is.
I shake my head. "Nope," I respond but with a still expression. Her expression slowly fades away to confusion and less anger. Freya takes her time examining every square inch of my appearance, causing me to give off a devilish smirk.
"Like what you see?" She just ignores my comment, though.
"My names Freya. We've gone to the same school for almost four years now." My brows furrow even more as my confusion grows. I think back a little, trying to remember. But I can't seem to place my finger on who the fuck she is. "My hair used to be down to hear." She makes lines underneath her boobs showing me wear her old hair used to fall. And that's all I need for the light bulb to blink on in my brain. All of a sudden my memory overcomes me and I finally remember, causing me to smile a wide smile. She's Freya, the Freya Gibson, well to everyone at school Annie. Thanks to me. She's the girl that lost both of her parents in that fire. Shit, she's has changed a lot. Her hair used to be a lot longer, she didn't wear those bulky glasses, and she's now more thinner then she used to be. I'm not saying she was fat, but she does look a lot more petite then normal. I can't believe I even considered fucking her. She's really weird. Always the first one to raise her hand in class, always annoyingly singing to herself everywhere she goes. In to Kill a mockingbird it says that you should never judge someone unless you walk around in their skin. But I can't ever imagine wanting to understand her. Her friend Becca is really cool though. I just don't understand why she hangs out with a girl like Freya. I guess she just feels bad for the girl with the dead parents.
"Oh yeah, now I remember," I start. "How are you doing, Annie?" She hesitates for a moment, like she's thinking intently about something, before responding.
"I just came here to tell you to turn your music down...please," She says completely ignoring my comment, which makes me laugh. Again, just inside my head. You're telling me Annie is my neighbor now? Well that's just great. There's no way I was going to turn down my music. It was the end of summer, and I needed to party. And especially a distraction.
Freya and I continue to bicker back and forth until the next thing I know is that I've stumbled back a little and I'm holding my now red stinging cheek. Shit, she can slap.
I look at her with a shocked expression. Who the fuck does she think she slapping me at my party, at my apartment? Damn, she really is feisty.
But before I have time to respond, she's already running back into her safe apartment. Oh, she's really done it now. Freya Gibson, welcome to your year of hell on earth.
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RomanceWARNING: this story contains topics that might be triggering to some readers... "Are you familiar with sex, Little Freya?" Cole asks me, and I let out an embarrassing gasp at his words. I feel heat rise up to my cheeks as well as other places that I...