Euphoria

2~Social Media

Parker's POV

I see Jae run into the large crumbling house and my mind is buzzing loudly, like a large bee hive had swarmed into my brain and is now attacking it. What the hell just happened? My hand is tingling with what feels like fire sparks where Jae touched me and I can't get it to stop. I drive the car, going way past the speed limit, trying to ignore the weird sensations booming inside my body. Nothing has every made me feel like this.

I get pulled over and I sigh, running my hands through my hair.

And that look he gave you. Those wistful hazelnut brown eyes, trying to drown you in curiosity...

Shut up, Parker. The police woman looks at me, concerned.

"Is everything alright, sir? You were talking to someone called Parker?"

Shit. Oh shit. Did I say that out loud?

"Sorry, I was talking to myself." I mutter dubiously. She frowns, confused but then that's replaced by greedy attraction. Ew.

"Well here's your ticket, Mr Parker." She says seductively, almost shoving her boobs in my face. I dodge it and not smile. Can't she take a hint? She walks off, swaying her hips. That's definitely not something I would like to see. I see that underneath the speeding ticket, there's a number on a piece of tissue, presumably hers.

I groan and rip the tissue up aggressively. This night couldn't get any worse, could it?

Unfortunately, I was wrong. I hear sirens near my house and I drive an ounce faster, not wanting to see the strange police woman again.

I see a ruined party and I'm in shock. The house is totally trashed. Drunk teenagers are being escorted out by the police and there is graffiti paint on the walls.

The police woman walk towards me and I sigh relieved. At least she's not the one that pulled me over.

"Sir, were you at this party?"

"No ma'am. I'm simply outraged. I was at a pleasant dinner party and now I find my house was trashed? Inexcusable teenage behaviour." I lie fluently. That's the good thing about police, they'll believe anything. Being unnecessarily tall is just fake proof.

"Well, I'm sorry to inform you that your house was vandalised. I hope you can pay it back." The woman said pleasantly. I smile back at her. She seemed like a nice person.

As the last of the sirens disappeared, I look at the messed up house. Slowly, I begin to pick up pieces of trash, chucking them in a black bag.

"Hi," I hear a familiar voice say. I turn around and I see Tommy, my best friend, rubbing his eyes wearily.

"Hey traitor." I say coldly, chucking a beer bottle in the rubbish bag.

"Listen, don't get mad at me. You were nowhere to be seen and everyone was drunk as hell. You know no one listens to me anyway. One thing led to another and they were graffiti painting the whole street." He protests in his stupid english accent

"What the hell am I going to tell Nick and Ashley? They hate me anyways." I growl

"I've got a ton of old buckets of paint from when Mum painted Poppy's bedroom. Me and the others can help." He whines, not surprising me with puppy dog eyes on his ugly ass face.

"Fine, idiot."

He cheers and predictably the others in our friendship group join. Most are bitches and assholes but hey what you gotta do to keep on top.

"So, do we have to do any, like, work?" Ivy says, rolling her eyes. She's the bitchiest of them all and honestly, I really don't like her.

"I mean yeah." Tommy says, barely keeping it together. He hates Ivy. She was the one who bullied his ex-girlfriend. Even though he switches girlfriends at least every week or so, he still cares about them. He just has a commitment issue.