Prologue
I can feel the sweat slowly dripping down my body. My long brown hair keeps sticking to my neck and back no matter how many times I move it. Strong fingers press deeper and deeper into my hips as I grind further into whoever is behind me. The bass of the music is making me feel so good, but, that could also be the Molly I popped before I got here.
The ease and familiarity of being surrounded by the hypnotic gyration of bodies tugs a smile from my lips. The faces moving to the music around me are so blurred now that it’s almost lulling me into a trance.
“Mimi! Mimi! Mi! MIA!”
My head sways towards the sound of the voice calling my name, it sounds like Gianna. I try to move toward her, but the hands holding onto my hips tighten and pull me back.
“What the hell’re you doin’? Let go of her creep.” It’s definitely Gianna’s voice. The husky quality mixed with her very straightforward nature.
“Look baby girl. You can’t see your friend’s busy right now?” This guy sounds like a douchebag. I probably should have checked who was behind me before dancing with him.
“And you can’t see how little I care?” Gianna snaps back. “And gross, don’t call me baby girl, or really anythin’... Just, go away.”
I barely acknowledge either of them as they argue back and forth, my body continues to move to the song. Even in my white tank top and short distressed jean shorts I’m starting to feel like I’m on fire, and whoever the hell is holding onto me so tightly is starting to feel like a damn furnace. I instinctively push him away, and then continue to dance by myself. He reaches for me, but I quickly slap his hands away.
“Whatever. She’s too easy anyway. Who knows what she has.” The douchebag says with that nasally voice of his.
“Sounds like you used to gettin’ STDs, which is surprisin’, cause I can’t think a one person who’d claim they slept wit’ you.”
I absentmindedly hear what sounds like him scoffing and mumbling curses before he moves to another part of the makeshift dancefloor, but I don’t know. I don’t really care.
I feel a soft hand pull me away from the crowd of sweaty dancers, and even through my drunk drug induced haze I know it’s Gianna. No one else would dare pull me out of this virtual orgy of grinding bodies. I don’t know how someone so small can be so strong.
“GiiiiiiiiiiiiGiiiiiiiiiiii.”
She pulls me outside of the abandoned townhouse we usually use for parties in the neighborhood, and into the cold January night. The breeze instantly cools my overheated skin. It feels sooooooo nice.
I can still hear the music from inside, Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion, and my hips whine to the beat. I love this song!
“Mimi, you said you weren’t gonna drink if you took that Molly. I’m tired a playin’ protective mama bear.” Gianna says sullenly. “I’m young and horny too.”
“Who’s horny?” says a deep voice as smooth as honey from behind me. Miguel Garcia, my sexy on and off again ex, and my biggest kryptonite.
I can feel Miguel’s toned arm loosely wrap around my waist. His thumb gently rubs rhythmically up and down the slight bit of skin showing between my shirt and shorts. I haven’t even realized just how sensitive my skin is now that I’ve cooled down. I practically purr at the touch of heat, and Miguel’s hand moves up and under my shirt. I turn and look up at him with a raised brow.
“We’re obviously all young and horny.” I say as I place my cold fingers under his shirt and caress his very well defined abs. I smirk when his muscles clench at my touch. “But last I saw you were inside tryna help Jessica Douglas with that?”
I push a sheepish looking Miguel away from me, and wrap my arms around my chest. I should have brought a coat. I knew the liquor wouldn’t last long enough to keep me warm in this temperature.
“Jessica? What’s someone like her doing wit’ you Miguel? She’s too classy for you.” Gianna shakes her head and wraps her arms around her chest so her warm looking red coat is even tighter over her body. I watch her enviously before I realize what she’s said. “Hey!”
Miguel ignores Gianna and turns to me “You saw that?” I unintentionally follow his fingers as they run through his silky dark brown locks. My eyes narrow at him and I can feel the misplaced anger bubbling in my gut. We’re not dating. He can do whatever the hell he wants, but still... I’m jealous as hell.
“You can do whatever the hell you want Miguel. We both can.” My arms are crossed even tighter under my chest, and I barely look at him while I say it. I do catch him glancing at my boobs though.
“Yeah you sure doin’ whatever the hell you want.” Miguel says as he rolls his eyes. “Saw you all over Nick Brenton of all people.”
“Nooooo. That’s the tool I was dancing with... Everybody saw me and that perv.” My body shudders, and it’s not from the cold temperature. “No one’s touchin’ me again until I’ve seen em first.”
Miguel laughs, and starts poking at my bare arms. I try to slap his hand away, but he’s taller than me and just swats me back. I can’t help but smile when he gives me a cheeky grin.
“You shoulda already been doin’ that.” Gianna scolds as she hands me her gloves, which I politely decline. I’m going back inside, and in there I know I won’t need them. “Mimi, you can’t seriously be goin’ back in there? It’s gross, and smells like BO now.” I shrug, and Gianna sighs. She knows me. Even with the BO, I’m staying.
“It’s cool Gia. I’ll take her home. I ain’t takin’ anythin’ tonight.” Miguel tells Gianna with an innocent smile, but I’m sure she doesn’t miss the smirk and wink he throws back at me.
“I’m sure you will. You’ll walk her the ten minutes to your place, and because you somehow got her dickmitized, she’ll get in bed wit’ you tonight. But tomorrow at school I’ll hear all about what a mistake hookin’ up wit’ you was... again.” Gianna says this as she shakes her head and pulls out her car keys.
I move to Gianna with my arms outstretched, and give her a tight hug. “You’re forever my best friend Gigi.” I say, and Gianna’s arms tighten around me. “And I probably will complain to you about him at lunch. I’m sorry.”
Gianna rolls her eyes as she disentangles from me, but there’s a small smile on her lips.
“Yeah, yeah, you always are. You real lucky I was doin’ stupid shit because of Tara not too long ago. Ciao Mimi.” Gianna says before she turns and heads towards her car, but she suddenly stops and turns back before Miguel and I have even moved to head inside. “Oh, and Miguel, if she comes to school cryin’, I’m breakin’ your dick so you cryin’ too.” Gianna gives one last smile and wave before she turns and skips away.
“Gia’s kinda scary.” Miguel says as he unconsciously covers himself over his pants with his hands.
“Make me cry and find out just how scary.” I tell him with an evil grin on my lips.
“Nah. Last time I did that she actually did kick me in the dick, like really hard. I believe her when she says she’ll try to break it, and I’m not tryna take that chance.” I can’t help but laugh at the serious expression on Miguel’s face as he says it.
“Good. Let’s go back in then.” I say as I turn and head towards the abandoned townhouse filled with sweaty bodies, tons of cheap beer, and good music. “I haven’ made nearly enough mistakes tonight.”
Miguel smirks and quickly follows me. His arm wraps possessively around my hips.
