The Bad Boy

Chapter 51

Britts P.O.V.

        "Mom I am absolutely 100 percent for sure not taking my eight f******* year old sister to a dance club." I yell. "NO F******* WAY!"

        "Yes you are." She responds. "Please refrain from cussing because you're only thirteen and it is not becoming of you."

        "I don't give a damn. I. am. Not. Taking. Her." I yelp.

        "Between you and Kelsey I'm sure you can handle it. You are taking her or you're not going. Get dressed or else we won't take you. Now. NO more arguments." She points her hand towards mine and Kelsey's room where Kelsey lays on her bed, listening to us scream.

        "UGHHHHHH!" I groan, but reluctantly stomp to my room where Kelsey is laying on her bed, texting hurriedly.

        "You know that guy we met at the beach earlier?" She asks.

        "Yeah, the 30 year old.?" I ask.

        "Yup. He just texted me. He's bringing one of his friends to meet us at the Hangout tonight." Kelsey says.

        "Yeah, too bad we'll have a disgusting, grimy eight year old with us." I mutter, stripping down and pulling on my outfits for the night which consists of a leather skirt a pink leather pink crop top.

        We both finish getting ready and traipse out to the living room, still angry. I cross my arms and Kelsey puts her hands on her hips for a more dramatic affect. Katherine soon comes in and starts to laugh at us.

        "Are you guys posing or something?" She giggles. "If you're going for vogue, you're doing it wrong."

        "No stupid, if you would pay attention, you would understand that we are mad," I say. "Stop being such a smart ass."

        She blows air out of her mouth, and rolls her eyes, cocking her hips to the side. She is one sassy, sarcastic son of a bitch.

        "Go get ready you little shit." I snarl. "We need to leave in ten minutes."

        "I can run to China and back in the time it takes you to wash off that clown makeup." She mutters heading into her own private bedroom.

        She comes back out three minutes later wearing an orange and yellow jumper.

        "What the actual f*** are you wearing. Red heads should never wear yellow. Or orange. Ever." I snap.

        "Yeah, too bad we all can't be dumb blondes." She mutters, heading back into her room, only to return a few minutes later wearing a green Polo dress, a pair of flip flops, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

        "Totally fugly but it'll do." I grump. She is so damn annoying all the time, I swear life would be so much better without her.

Before I know it, we're at The Hangout. It's a huge outdoor club with a bar and a dance floor where a small band is playing. There are also little games for the little kids to play too. Stupid stuff like trying to get the ring on the hook. There's also a huge sand pile where a bunch of kids are playing.

I bend over to talk to Katherine,"Why don't you go play in the sand over there?"

"Mom and Dad told me to stay with you," She says.

"Well, Mom and Dad aren't here, and, if you go over there, I will give you twenty bucks," I rumage through my purse and pull out a twenty dollar bill, waving it in her face.

"Fineeee," She grabs the bill and heads over to the little kid area.

When she's gone, I let out a scream of joy,"YASSS!"

"Come on, what are you waiting for?!" Kelsey yells, pulling me towards the dance floor.

We start to dance, preparing for the boys to come. We move to the music, flipping our hair and working our hips. I can't wait for the boys to come over to us, and I know they will because I can see them looking at us.

I don't have to wait long, I soon see two tall figures strolling to the dance floor. One is wearing sagging jeans and a white t-shirt. I give Kelsey a look that indicates I call him. She shrugs as they walk up to us.

"Hello ladies," My guy says and smiles.

"Hey," I say and move closer to him, leaning into his chest. I can tell this night is going to be a good one already.