We Don't Belong Here (Mike Fuentes

Party Time (Chapter two)

I looked at myself in the mirror. I had decided to wear my black skinny jeans, cream colored heals - that out me at 5ft exactly, seeing as how I was only 4'5 to begin with - & my red and black stripped croptop. I smiled and put on my red beanie after curling my hair. My hair was fading so when I got home, I decided to dye it bleach-blonde/white. I did my make - a subtle red eyeshadow, normal (pink) blush & light skin colored lipstick.

"You ready?" Ember asked as she let herself in my room. I put on my leather jacket and nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be." She smiled and turned to leave. I followed her downstairs and outside. We got into the car and we were off.

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We arrived at 9:30 and the party started at 8:00. We got out and went up to the already opened door and walked inside. "Jaime! Get the fuck in here!" I heard a squeaky voice say. I turned to Candi who seemed to look a bit glum. "Must be his girlfriend." She said with a sigh. Awuh.. I thought to myself. "Or maybe you're jumping to conclusions?" Ember questioned.

Candi shrugged. "May..." She began but stopped. "Or maybe not." She said, motioning over to Jaime who was holding hands with some girl. She had hugs tits and her hair was clearly fried from over dying it. Her dress barely fit her and her heels were tacky diamond studded. "Don't feel bad, Candi." I said. "Yeah," Ember chimed in - "her heels are absolutely last season!" She blurted out, causing us all - even Candi - to burst out in laughter.

"Heeeeey!" Vic slurred from behind us. Em's eyes went wide and I just laughed. "OMG hey, Vic!" She squealed, causing me to yet again laugh. She turned around and he didn't say anything more. He just pulled her to the dance floor and watched and laugh. I was looking around when I heard somebody call my name. I turned around was greeted by Mike. "Hey there!" He smiled. "Aye." I said. He hugged me and the thick scent of alcohol, cologne and weed came from him. Truthfully, I loved it. When we finally let go, he took my hand.

"Hey, where to?" I asked. "My room." He said with a cocky smirk. I shrugged it off and went with him. When we reached his room he opened the door and there say another group of boys. I had seen them around earlier. "Oi, there lovely." I smiled. "That's Oliver, Matt (N), & Jordan." I smiled and waved. "Ello. I'm Blakely." I said. "Ooh, Irish?" Jordan questioned. I nodded. "Yes sir." Mike pushes Oliver over and we both sat down. My phone started blaring Asking Alexandria, making even me jump. I looked down and read the message that Ember sent me.

EmKins: babes, Vic wants to go for a walk so if I'm not back by the time you and Candi wanna leave, don't trip babykins.

Me: Alrighty. Just be careful. And USE PROTECTION!!

I chuckled as I toyed the last part I slid my phone back into my back pocket and looked up at the guys who had been looking at me. "What..?" I questioned. "You're hot. Your hair is cool as hell - nice change, by the way. You dress slutty yet classy and it works for you. And you have amazing taste in music?!" Matt blurted out all in one breath. "Tha... Wait.. Did you just call me a slut?" I said, not sure if I should be offended by that comment. "In a good way!" He said. I laughed and nodded. "It's the pills." Mike said. "What?!" I said, looking at him.

"The pills." He pointed to the pinkish white powdery looking stuff on the table. I bit my lip and widened my eyes. "Whoa.." I said. Mike chuckled. "Looks good?" Mike asked. "Fuck yeah! May I?" I asked. Jordan chimed in - "if you can handle it." He handed me the blade and I made three little lines on the table. I got onto my knees and snorted all three of them. My throat started to burn and my eyes began watering, but I didn't care. The familiar numbness took over my body, causing my to smile. I felt lips against my neck and looked up, smiling as I saw Mike.

"Wanna go somewhere more... Private?" He asked. I laughed and nodded. He leaned down, picking up a bottle of Jack Daniels and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room. We made out way to a room - one that I'm assuming to be his. He had a drum set and posters tapped up all around his room. His room was typical for a teenage boy. I chuckled as we fell on his bed. He patted the spot beside him and I crawled up and laid down. He lit a blunt and motioned for me to come closer. I knew what he wanted - shotgun.

I smiled and gladly moved up. I opened my mouth and blew smoke into mine from his. Soon, it had turned into a full on makeout session. I closed my eyes and laid back, feeling butterflies and sparks.

It. Was. Perfect.