17

Chapter Two

"Kennedyyyy" Kate says frustratedly. "You cannot wear baggy shirts and sweats to a party" she insists.

"Well I don't know! You try looking through my wardrobe" I say back and throw my hands in the air. Its Saturday. The day of the party. Its 4 o'clock and the party starts at 7. Ian said he'd pick us up since his mums out today. Kate stomps to my closet and pushes it open. I have some fancy things, but I'm not a fancy person and I don't want to wear them. She hands me a strapless black top with a sweetheart neckline, its short and probably won't go down to the bottom of my stomach. She also hands me white short shorts. "Here. Put these on. Then we'll be almost the same" she says. I stare at the clothes in my hand. Then look at her. "I'm going to look like a slut" I say. "Fine" she says and yanks the shirt back. She hands me a black crop top. "Not much better" I say. "Just put it on!" she begs. I sigh and step into the bathroom. I pull the shorts onto my thin legs. Then the shirt over my head. I feel like a little slut. I step out. "Oh my goodness!" Kate squeals. "You should dress like this more often!" I look at her with a look of disgust on my face. "Oh, don't deny it! You have an incredible body!" Kate says. I shrug. Kate folds her arms. "You are thin but have all the right curves!" she insists. I stare at her. "I'll wear this for one night. For you" I finally agree. "Yay!" Kate says and claps her hands. She straightens my short blonde hair and does my makeup.

By the time we're done its 7. Kate took forever doing my hair. I look in the mirror, and to me, I look like a different person. She puts me in black heels and I grab my phone. We hear Ian honk outside. I sigh and walk out the door. He smiles when he sees me. When I get in the passenger seat he laughs a bit. "You look different. I like it" he says. I smile a little bit. I see he's wearing black skinny jeans, a white shirt and a flannel shirt over top of it. He's also gotten rid of those horrible glasses of his. We start driving down the road. "So, Kate...Where is Chase Evans house?" Ian asks. "Uh, I think its on 33rd. By all the rich houses" Kate says. We drive down 33rd, and sure enough there's kids down the street. Doing drugs and smoking. Throwing beer bottles and making out. I shake my head and look down. I. Hate. Parties.

We park pretty far away, and I don't get out. Ian walks around and opens the door for me. "Hey? What's wrong?" he asks. I shake my head slowly. "I don't want to be here" I say. "We can leave at about 10 if you want" Kate says from behind him. "And if its too much, come back out here, but I am not walking into a party alone" Ian says. I sigh. "Besides, you look amazing" Ian says. I blush. "You do too" I mumble. "And nothing like yourself." He nods. "I know. I didn't want to look like myself" he explains. I nod in understandment. We reach the front lawn and drunk boys are already whistling at me. If that's a thing anymore. I feel really uncomfortable and step closer to Ian. We follow Kate inside as she squeals. She runs inside and me and Ian stand there like lost puppies. "Nows our moment to run" I mumble to Ian and he laughs. "C'mon. I'm confident we both look hot. Let's go do what normal teenagers do" Ian tells me. I shrug and we walk into the house again.

The music is my type of music, rock. I'm a punk rock person. And I hate to admit it, but I can dance. I won 2 dance titles when I was younger, but quit. We walk into what I'd imagine be the living room, and the kitchen is right next to it. A bunch of really preppy girls walk up to Ian. They start flirting with him intensely. "What's your name?" one asks twirling her hair. "I've never seen you around school" another says sadly. "Oh please, come dance with us. Your so hot" the last one says, trying to sound sexy and pulling him onto the dance floor. He looks at me with a confused expression on his face, I just wave at him and laugh. He gives me death glare and I laugh even more.  That's when a boy walks up behind me and grabs my hips, trying to jump start me. It doesn't work that well, just pisses me off. I whirl around and there stands Chase Evans. The dirtiest player I know. Everything he does makes me hate him more. Even though he's hot with messy brown hair and deep brown eyes. They make my heart almost melt. "Hey" he says seductively. His breath reeks of alcohol, but I can tell he hasn't had much. "What's your name?" he asks. "Like you care" I mumble pushing him away from me. "Oh I like feisty" he says and chuckles to himself. "No seriously, you come here with a friend? I don't think you come to my school" he says and licks his lips. Typical. People don't know who I am. "I go to your school" I confirm, folding my arms in front of me. "Naw, I would remember a sexy chick like you" he says trying to be cool. "Well I'm in your homeroom class, your history class, and your health class" I say. "What's your name?" he asks ignoring what I just told him. "Kennedy" I say. "Kennedy, Jackson?" he asks his eyes wide. I nod. "Dang" he says and nods toward my body. "You've got a great figure" he tells me. I roll my eyes. "No seriously. One of the best I've seen. You should show it more often" he says. I start walking away, but he grabs my arm. "Hey, stay with me please. I wanna get to know you better" he begs. "You just want me for my body" I retort. He shakes his head and looks into my eyes. "Just come have a drink with me" he says.

I don't know why I did it. I don't know why I had those shots. Or why I drank 3 bottles of beer. But I really don't know why I woke up next to Chase Evans. Naked.

lol comment your thoughts on this chapter and its unedited so dont get on me about that lol. love you beauties.