Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 5~

^^Everett Young is up^^

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"Don't be a fucking party pooper, Raven."

I roll my eyes at Amalia for the hundredth time tonight. If this bitch asks me one more time to do a body shot on some dude again, I'm gonna seriously lose it.

I'm currently in a club, which, Naomi got me into by having me flash the fake ID she got me at the bouncer. To say I was surprised when she gave it to me at school yesterday would be an understatement.

I guess being rich has its perks.

The minute we stepped foot into the club, I was dragged to the bar and was given a Martini while Naomi and Amalia ordered 4 shots of Tequila. After we had the liquor in our system, I was dragged again to the dance floor. I just stood there, like the awkward person I am watching them let loose and have fun. Mind you, I didn't want to be here.

The fact that I was practically forced played a great role in that. It wasn't until Brenna grabbed my hands and shouted a distinctively loud, "What are you waiting for?" did I really start to move. It didn't help that I had a very strong Martini. After a while I was starting to get uncomfortable with my sweat rolling down my back and armpits in the very tight dress Naomi had me wear. And lets not forget about the ridiculously high heels I was given, also courtesy of Naomi.

Everyone started to feel the same way, so Naomi decided that we needed a little breather. And that brings me to where I am now, sitting in the V.I.P section of the club nursing my second Marini with Naomi, Amalia, Brenna and some intimidating looking men Naomi seem to know. One in particular gave off a dangerous vibe that I couldn't shake off since I've been sitting here. The more than noticeable scar running from the tip of his right ear to the corner of his mouth didn't help to lessen the feeling either.

I'm more than confused as to why Naomi would even want me here hanging out with them. She should be plotting a way to embarrass me at school for what I did to her, not buying me a tight, skimpy dress and ridiculously high hells. It's what all the cliché Queen Bees I've read about would do, right? Honestly, when she told me--- no, demanded that I come out with them, I was expecting shopping at the mall and a spa day filled with pedicures and manicures, the typical Queen Bee pass time.

"Leave her alone, Amalia. If the girl doesn't wanna do it, then she doesn't have to." Amalia raises an eyebrow at Brenna and scoffs. I shot her a grateful smile to which she returns. I thought my night would be unbearable, but with Brenna here, it didn't seem so bad. She was the only one who seemed genuine since I've been around her today.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I see the scar face man lean down to whisper something in Naomi's ear. She nods and stands up, looking around a little until her eyes land on me. She smiles at me and gestures for me to follow her and I do, with my thoughts running a mile a minute not knowing what I could have possible done. I follow her through a hall way, which, I soon find out is where the bathroom is. Naomi checks the stalls to make sure we're alone, before she comes up at me.

"Your upsetting me and my guests, Raven. The sole reason your here, is to have fun, not sulk and spoil the party for everyone else." I blink at her twice.

Is this girl for real?

"Okay, first of all, I didn't ask to be here. You practically forced me, so I'm sorry if I'm not enjoying myself enough and spoiling your fun." I said, trying, really trying, not let my anger do something stupid again, like slap her in her makeup covered face. Her bright blue eyes narrow at me and her charming smile is replaced by a scowl. "I. Don't. Care." with every word said, she takes a step closer until where face to face. She's at least a foot taller than me, but I wasn't going to let that little fact intimidate me.