"Come on, Clayton, you have to go."
My best, and more or less only friend, Kendall, tries to persuade me to go to the Halloween party happening at "The Playboy's Mansion" this Friday. This will obviously be the biggest party of the year, no doubt about it, and of course Kendall will be attending if I decide to go or not. She claims she wants me to go so I can actually have a good time, be a teenager, but I know she only wants me there so I can make sure she doesn't get extremely plastered and hop on any piece of walking, man meat that will be in her line of sight.
Kendall is ironically very high up on the social scale. Long, brown hair, hazel eyes, and fair skin; she's gorgeous, and I've luckily been her best friend ever since she was picking her nose on the bus on our way to our very first day of kindergarten because otherwise she wouldn't even glance at me.
"I've already told you I'm going to be busy," I sigh, exasperated. She's brought this party up at least 30 times this week and I've gotten sick of trying to make up excuses because I know I don't really have anything planned.
"Clayton I swear if you don't go I will sneak into your room one night and take a picture of those mosquito bites you call tits and plaster it to everyone's locker in school," she threatens, but I know her threat is empty. Kind of.
"You wouldn't," I raise an eyebrow.
"Oh please, it's not like Harry hasn't already seen them," she chuckles, and my cheeks automatically flush at the memory of my conversation with Harry only a week ago.
"Shut up, b*tch," I groan and throw a pillow at her, laughing as she grunts in faux pain.
"But I'm serious, please go," her features begin to soften as she asks me in a softer way, "for me?"
I ponder over the situation for a few minutes. It can't really be that bad... Can it?
I inhale deeply and perform a sharp nod at Kendall before exhaling a small "I guess."
"Yay! I love you, Clay," she shrieks and jumps up to hug me, "now what are you going to be?"
"What are you going to be?" I ask completely uninterested in this already.
"A lamb," she squeals, and I stifle a laugh because Kendal is usually a lot more creative.
"Why?" I ask dryly, earning a sigh of disapproval.
"Guys find nothing more attractive than something innocent turned seductive," she wiggles her eyebrows at me and I actually laugh. There's my creative Kendall.
"I'm not going to be another kind of farm animal if that's what you're suggesting," I glare, teasingly.
"Maybe a cow or a pig would be fitting for you," I gasp at her suggestion, "we're going shopping so maybe we can find one of those two and if we can't we'll have to settle," she says wiping fake tears.
Grabbing my hand, her purse, Kendall pulls me out of my bedroom door automatically making me dread saying yes to this party that I know is going to be hell.
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(pic of Clayton and Kendall above/side)
IM BACK B.ITCHES!!!
I've missed writing soooo much and I'm extremely glad to be back on Wattpad.
Most of you know I've taken a little break after my story incident.
This chapter was terribly short and boring and I feel really bad but the next chapter will have the party as well as some other juicy stuff *wink, wink* so please share this story as much as you can because I have big, BIG plans now that I'm back.
I will also now be in schedule, so next update will be Tuesday or Wednesday of next week! (November 18 or 19)
So I hope you all will be supportive and kind while I start writing again because this is going to be a tremendously hard process.
I love you guys,
Your Momma Booty Caller,
HarryTwerks4Free
