Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right

Chapter 5

Noah to the side

I strutted over to the front door of the house. There were already bodies all over the front yard. Most of them looking like they were people who had gotten drunk and just passed out. Wow, the party only just started. I stuffed my tube of lip gloss into the crease of my boobs, along with my phone. No, you actually couldn't see it, only if you were looking directly on top of me. I opened the door, and I saw everyone dancing and grinding. "Ready?" I asked, turning to Melonie and Taylor. "Party is here on 3." Taylor stated, nodding her head curtly. "1, 2, -" "THE PARTY IS HERE!" We all screamed. Everyone looked over at us and bombarded their way over. "Dance with me!" That was what the all kept telling the three of us. "Lemme get a drink, first." I told no one in particular. 

I walked over to what seemed to be a bar and sat on an empty stool. Jello shots were being passed around. When it got to me, I took 2. Downing them quickly, passing the tray along. I could feel the burning from the vodka as it slid down my throat. I felt slightly buzzed, but since I had Irish in me, that doesn't go very far. The bartender came over to me, leaning on the counter top. Wow, they had a bartender? I only had a maid who came around once every week. 

"What can I get for you?" "Whatever, just make it strong." I mumbled. He arched his eyebrow in surprise, "Irish." He nodded, seemingly understanding. When you're Irish, you don't get drunk easily and also you don't have a killer headache, something I love about being mixed with. He scurried back, handing me a mixture he had come up with. I took a sip, and instantly liked it. "So, can I get a name?" "I don't know, can I get yours?" I replied back, smugly. "It's Jessie. And yours?" "Tiffany." I stated, taking another long sip. "Pretty name for a pretty girl." I giggled, taking a final sip of the drink. 

"Bartender!" Someone called across the room. Jessie put his hand up, telling them he would be there soon enough. "Do you have a problem?" I asked, taking note that he was staring at me. I didn't say it rudely, or so I hoped. "Yeah, actually, I do." He replied, smirking. "And what would that be?" "Well, I lost my number, so can I have yours instead?" He looked at me with a straight face, it took all that I could to hold it in as long as I had. When I finally busted out laughing, he chuckled sexily. "Well, do you want my number or not?" I asked, holding out my hand for his phone. "Here." He handed me his phone and I typed it in and scurried away after handing it back. 

As the song Party by Rita Ora went off, I walked into the middle of the crowd. Die Young by Ke$ha was fading in. I grabbed a random dude from some chick and started dancing. I literally loved this song. The guy didn't seem to mind that I pulled him away from the girl he was with. I didn't even look at his face and I still was grinding on him.

"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums

Oh what a shame that you came here with someone

So while you're here in my arms

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young.

We're gonna die young

We're gonna die young.

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young.

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young.

Young hearts, out our minds

Runnin' til we outta time

Wild child, lookin' good

Livin' hard just like we should

Don't care whose watching when we tearing it up

The magic that we got nobody can touch.