𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 | 𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕒

eight

this chapter is extra long because i haven't been on my a-game about posting everyday, so here's to make up for it!

enjoy!
-kylie, aka vuittondoln on wattpad and twitter :)

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song of the chapter-
stars- vize, laniia

~emma~

i get home from what ethan said was a five mile run, which in reality felt like 20. but it was okay, i was used to all the cardio since our cheer coach is out of her mind.

since after practice i was already a water fountain, (and adding in this jog made me feel like the pacific ocean) i sook a long shower. i washed my hair, shaved, exfoliated, and moisturized to make sure i was completely ready for this party tonight.

i don't understand why ethan thinks he can control my life. there was no way i was going to miss this.

i stayed in my towel and tied my wet hair into bun while i looked for something i wear. nothing was really screaming my name, so i decided to play with my makeup, which i've never used.

i tried eyeliner—that didn't work very well... tried some bold lipsticks... i couldn't even put it on without messing up.. i tried foundation and looked like a block of cheese. so i just gave up and went to my closet again.

i found a somewhat nice dress that fit pretty well, and it was ultimately my first outfit i had in mind anyway, so i just went with it.

i was getting more nervous as the time went by, so i decided to occupy myself and getting business done at the same time.

i decided to go to the group chat that had pretty much everyone in school on it. aka the one evan sent his nude too. i almost forgot until i opened it again. ugh, gross!

"hey guys! need peeps to work on our kissing booth! you in??" i text and click send. i immediately get many responses...

emma: hey guys! need peeps to work on our kissing booth! you in??

caroline: no thanks. i'd rather be a customer.

amanda: not in this lifetime, girl!

olivia: never gonna happen.

anna: you're kidding, right?!

jai: OH HELL NO

evan: AHAHAHAHAH

chauncey: how did you get this #?

trista: ew! no way!

hunter: fail!

*click here to read 47 more unread messages*

this could be a problem.

after i'm done getting ready i run downstairs to the fridge with letter magnets and spell out,

' im at gray's
<3 emma '

then head out the door to my uber to get to gray's house.

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it's your typical high school party. couples making out on the front AND back lawns, teenage boys throwing around a football or two, loud music, big crowds, trash everywhere, girls in slutty outfits and super high heals, and lots and lots of alcohol.

i walk in gray's house and i don't recognize anyone. they must be ethan's friends. my first instinct is to find grayson but he's no where on the second floor. (the front door is on the second floor since they live on a mountain side.)