Because favours are priced...
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"You have an insatiable desire for trouble Camille Sanders. You'll never just be satisfied. You're like me, too wild for the world."
I laugh at the outrageousness. "You're dramatic I'll give you that Michae...
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The party started off perfectly, and it picked up its pace quickly. By 11pm the floor was crowded with dancing bodies and a few littered plastic cups. Unfortunately, Belinda had made sure to lock her glassware after my glass hurling at her engagement announcement.
But I was having fun, walking about greeting a couple of people and receiving birthday wishes everywhere I went. I didn't bother to correct them on the fact my birthday was actually tomorrow.
Currently I was on a mission. I spot my targets standing in a corner, talking to a girl their age. I had told them to invite a few of their friends. This way, I could get them in trouble some more. I walk over to the girls.
"Twins! I got you some refreshments." I hold out two drinks, bright orange in colour.
"This is a really boring party Camille." Caroline frowned, brown eyes glaring in defiance.
I smile, "Yet you dressed your best." I gesture at her tight pink dress, ending mid-thigh with a slit, accompanied by 6 inch heels. It might have been a Versace, or Gucci, it was too dim to distinguish the difference I was now learning to notice.
The other one speaks then. "This isn't going to end well for you, you know. Mom's gonna find out." Madeline nods, dressed in a more conservative manner with a skater skirt matching her floral crop. Always the follower for a girl with an opinion and self-respect.
"Aww girls, just enjoy the night. When is your bitch of a mom really going to find out?" they scowl but take the cups eagerly. "Fifteen is the year you wanna live. Ta ta, I'll see you girls in a bit. Be hopelessly drunk okay?"
I laugh as I leave their sight and walk through the crowd. Those teens would be drunk and dancing on a table soon enough. A smirk takes over my face as I strut on with purpose.
"Isaac." I catch the blonde's attention and pull him aside from the crowd he was talking with. More like drinking.
"What's up birthday girl?" he has a stupid grin on but I knew he wasn't wiped out yet.
"Make yourself useful and film my delightful stepsisters make a fool of themselves. Send it to me as soon as you get it."
"Why me?"
"You're available and not yet drunk." He pouts which makes me second guess my assumption.
"Why not Vivian?"
I lean close and whisper, "Because I wouldn't want to send a picture to ruin you when I'm really starting to like you." He scowls but sighs and goes in the direction I pointed.
That's one thing taken care of. Blackmail was so useful. You can make anyone do anything when you have a little hidden piece of people.
Once all my plans were finished, I had the option of staying sober to see everything go to hell or get drunk as hell and forget everything. Obviously, I chose the latter. Not because I wanted to forget. But because it was my birthday, and I deserved this.
