Of Course He's Bad (HOLD)

iii. whispers

Feature Songs:
"Whispers" - ARFVZ, the song while Holly danced with the first boy.
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Chapter 3, Part 1:

"I don't know...." Zach said hesitantly. He groaned a little.

I jutted out my bottom lip, "Come on, you know you want to!" He didn't want to go to the party. Zachary Young did not want to attend a function. This was not my brother.

Various facial expressions crossed my sibling's features as he thought up what I guessed to be pros and cons. I could only assume he was thinking about going, and I could only hope he was leaning towards yes!

"Zaaaaaach," I begged.

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After at least six more pouts, I was able to persuade Zach to go to the party with me - because I sure as heck was not about to go to this thing alone. Plus, I needed someone to ensure that I wouldn't puke on a nice outfit.

Ah, my outfit. I wanted to debut a new white dress to this party, of course, but I decided against it. I wasn't trying to end this first week badly, so I went with something more --- common. A silky type of material shaped into see through tee shirt that just reached my belly button. It was black and there were striped sections that had jersey material instead, and it had the number 86 on it with floral outlines. I paired it with a pair of white frayed shorts from Hollister. To tie up the whole set of apparel, I slipped on a pair of black pair of strappy sandals that had a multicolored flower on each foot to match the shirt. Hopefully I would get some attention - deep down I wanted some - even though I'd just gotten out of a relationship last month.

"Hurry up!" my brother's voice resonated from downstairs, the first story of three in total. I was almot stuck in a reverie to the point where I forgot what I was supposed to be doing.

I quickly ran to my door and shouted back, "I'm the one driving!" However, I didn't want to be too late, so I did my best to hurry up. All I had left was a final touch of mascara because my light face was usually very natural no matter where I was.

"Bye mom, bye dad!" I yelled while running down one of the flights of stairs, which was an ivory marble colored floor.

The last words I heard before I shut the door were, "Night honey, have fun, but not too mu --" I was in such a hurry that I didn't get to hear the rest of the sentence, but it was nothing new. My parents allowed us to go to parties all of the time!

"You know the drill," my brother flashed me a wicked grin before buckling his seatbelt. I did the same, then I gave him a similar smile.

"That I do, brother. That I do," I said, as if I were a diabolical villain in a Disney movie. My foot slammed down on the gas pedal, causing my matte black Audi R8 to skrt off with a trail of noises. Technically, my grandmother was still paying payments for this car, but it was mine to use. And to have fun with...

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"D*mn sis, that was a record!" Zach exclaimed wildly from the passenger seat. I just laughed it off as we pulled into the driveway of a huge house, which was filled with vehicles of all calibers. My mouth was open, and I could tell. There was a grand fountain in the center of the driveway, and a side gate that was locked. The garage could fit up to eight cars, which I'm sure were in there.

"Phew," I whistled, getting out of my only pride.

My brother simply nodded, "Me too." We reached the front door, or should I say double French glass doors. I pushed the bell, causing the door to open up, beholding a magical land in front of us.

"Welcome," a boy with sandy hair cheekily grinned. Yep, he was lit up like a Christmas tree. I gave him a quick thanks before walking through the door, feelings of excitement bubbling within me.