Deception in the Hills

Chapter 2

The rest of the day was a blur. I finished class and went to practice. I was currently on my way home, which is weird because usually I would always hang out with Landon or Sienna. I guess Sienna had something to do because she jetted after practice, and Landon had to go get his sister from Daycare. When I pulled in, the house was dark as usual. I usually go up the backstair case so that I don't have to pass my mom who is usually passed out on the couch. Before I can make it there though, I hear my mom calling me into the living room. "What?" I saw slightly annoyed. My mom and I usually just coexist in the house without ever talking to each other, so what she wanted this time was beyond me. When I get to the living room, I see her wearing my robe and while the tv was playing on mute. There was a guy laying next to her, who i'm guessing she fucked while I was at school. On the table were half-done lines of coke and Zan bars so I knew my mom was rolling. She looks up at me and says, "your father called..." "What? What did he want? I asked confused. I haven't seen nor spoken to my dad since the divorce. He ended up cheating on my mom with his physical therapist. A becky who was 23 years old and full of cum. "He wants you back Ava" was all she said before picking up her drink and giving me a smirk. As much as I can't stand my mother, I'd never go live with my father. He was a piece of shit even when my parents were still married. Frustrated, I storm up the stairs ready to put my fucking fist through a wall. How is it that I have so may friends, yet no one to talk to when I feel like shit? I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but instead of crying, I knew exactly what to do. I was going out. I didn't care if it was a school night, I was ready to fuck shit up just cause. I picked up my phone and Facetimed my friend, Paris. Paris was one of those friends who you could just do reckless shit with. No matter how fucked up it was, Paris was always with the shits. Paris was also the type of friend to leave you at a party to go get some dick without a ride home, so I knew I had to be careful. She answered on the third ring. "Wassup bitccchhh" she slurred it was only 9:30 and I knew sis was already drunk. "What we getting into tonight?" I asked. "Party at Sean's, I'll have my driver come get you in 30." Sean was artist who belonged to interscope records, the record label that was owned by Sienna's dad Markus. I had seen him a few times before, but mostly he was always at work when I came around. When I got off the phone with Paris, I took a quick shower and got dressed. I wore a simple black dress and heels, and kept my hair flowing down my back. When paris got to my house, she was wearing a sexy ruched dress and heels.

(Paris's outfit) 

We looked good, if I said so myself. No doubt we would be the youngest at the party, but I didn't give a fuck. We were 18 so as far as I was concerned we were grown. The party was about 40 minutes away, so me and Paris split a bar and took shots of 1942 like we ain't have shit to do in the morning. Finally, the Tahoe stopped and we made it. I wondered what the night would bring.