Dangerously Beautiful

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Chapter 4

Around 10:30 that night, I look at the clock before getting ready to head out. I’ve been waiting for the past thirty minutes so we can leave to go to the party. I’m wearing my hair down since it looks good with my naturally wavy hair. My outfit consists of black combat boots, ripped denim shorts, a white tank top showing off my toned midriff, and a leather jacket. I don’t usually care about wearing too much makeup, so I stick with black winged eyeliner and some red lipstick to pull together the look.

Me and Daisy meet Mia and another girl named Veronica outside after sneaking through our window and climbing down a tree outside of it. Veronica is a uniquely pretty girl. She has light brown hair and one brown eye and one blue eye. Hey, I don’t usually judge.... Okay, sometimes I do.... Okay, I usually always judge people, but one thing is certain, that girl does not seem stable. She looks like she is five spaces away from landing on the “Go to Jail” space in Monopoly.

Me being me, asks, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

To which she replied with a cry and an almost inaudible voice, “My boyfriend, Landon just dumped me for this bitch named Hailey, and now I’m going to have to look at their two stupid STD faces at school Monday, and act like I don’t just want to take a car and run myself over with it.

I honestly don’t even know why I asked because I hate it when people start talking about their feelings. “Well shit,” is all I managed to get out.

A car pulled down the street a little ways from our house, which I assumed was one of their friend’s cars. We all hopped in and drove about ten minutes away up until we hit the richer side of town. We pulled up to where all the other cars were parked. It seemed no one in the neighborhood cared much about a bunch of teenagers throwing a house party. I mean, we were five houses down from the party, and I could hear the music and people from here.

I wasn’t even nervous about walking into a house with a bunch of kids I didn’t even know. I mean if I can have one-night stands and not even ask for the guy’s name, then I can drink and dance and not give a shit who sees. My ears felt like they were going to pack their bags and take a one-way trip to Mexico from the obnoxiously loud music playing in this house. Saying the house was massive is a huge understatement. It’s obvious mommy and daddy probably own some billion-dollar company for some random shit, like invisible ink for your printer or maybe even vibrators for men. I rolled my eyes and scoffed at the idea of how spoiled the kid who lives here is. However, I wasn’t opposed to drinking all of their liquor. What can I say? Rich people know their alcohol.

The house was slammed pack full of teenagers ranging from age 15 to even 21. I split up from the rest of the group and headed straight towards the alcohol station in the massive kitchen. Guys and girls were already drunk out of their minds while I was walking through. I nearly gagged seeing some guy dry hump a girl against the sink in the kitchen. I swear his tongue was as long as a lizard’s as it was shoving itself down some poor redhead’s throat. I thought about putting him into a headlock until I heard the girl moan. Yup. That’s my take to get the hell out of here. I poured myself two shots back after back and then proceeded to pour some vodka and cherry lime sprite into a cup. Beer is just not going to cut it for tonight. I need to be wasted asap if I’m going to be around these people.

I walked down a hallway that leads to the back of the house towards the backyard and pool area. I slipped past another couple two seconds away from fucking and walked towards a couple of guys and a girl sitting at a table towards the side of the house. I know what you’re thinking. You go girl! Go make you some friends. Well, I hate to break it to you, but the only reason I’m headed in that direction is because, I spy with my little eye, a joint in the hand of one of the guys.

I walked right up to the group to which the guy holding the joint looked at me and said, “Hey, you’re the new girl from across the street, I’m Finn.” He was no doubt an extremely attractive guy with shaggy black hair and ocean blue eyes. Not to mention he was covered in tattoos, had an eyebrow ring, lip ring, and nose ring.

I responded by grabbing his joint, taking a hit, and saying, “I’m Kaia.”

“Hey, I’m Sebastian,” said a guy with a British accent and short blonde hair, whiskey brown eyes, and a wolfish smile.

“I’m Keena,” said a tall girl with pin-straight, dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes.

“And I’m Greyson,” said another guy with a panty-dropping smile with ash brown hair and emerald green eyes.

Finn picked back up the conversation by saying, “We live at the place across the street from you.” I thought back to the group home across the street from mine that housed guys only. Well at least I know I only have to go across the street if I needed anymore weed. “You look like a real firecracker. What made you end up here?”

I fixed Finn with an amused look that also says ‘are you fucking stupid’ because everyone who has been in the system knows you’re not supposed to ask someone else that. Lucky for me, I don’t give a shit what others think of me and I’m usually pretty honest if it’s something that won’t come back to bite me in the ass. “Well at my last school, which was the eighth one of three years, I clocked a girl with a lunch tray across the face and broke her nose.” I shrugged while taking another hit on the joint. “I honestly don’t get what the big deal was, she was still conscious and breathing.”

I passed the joint over to Greyson who was giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes the whole time I was telling my story. He laughed, and said, “Damn girl, I knew you were going to be trouble the moment you came up and snatched that joint as if you knew us your whole life.”

Finn looked over at me and leaned in whispering, “You know, if you like to fight, I help run an underground fight club. You get paid pretty well if you win. If you’re up for it, just knock on the second window downstairs at our house.”

I thought about his offer and immediately knew I was in. Hell, I fight for free. I know I’m strong despite only being 5′6. Not to brag, but I know I could beat a full-grown man up if needed. I’m a survivor. You kind of have to be, going through everything that I have. I told him I would think about it because hell, I don’t know this kid. He could be an undercover cop, but I think the fact that he’s taking a hit on a joint might contradict that statement.

About thirty minutes have passed before the little group disperses. I’m already tipsy not to mention a little high off that joint. By this time, I’m already feeling pretty damn good if I do say so myself. Me and Greyson end up talking by ourselves outside and decide to get another drink and go upstairs so we can “talk better.” We both know that line is just a shit excuse though.

Right when the door shuts, Greyson’s lips descend on mine. Our kisses are sloppy and wet, but hey, what do you expect from a drunken one-night stand? I slid my hands underneath his shirt and pushed up. He got the hint and quickly made work with his shirt and pants. He practically ripped my tank top and shorts off. If I wasn’t feeling so good from those drinks, I would have bitched him out. We fell back onto the bed with him on top of me. He quickly grabbed a condom from his jean pocket which made me internally roll my eyes at how cocky he was that he thought he was getting lucky tonight.

He slid his underwear off and rolled the condom on, then proceeded to kiss down my neck leaving a wet trail behind. I quickly made work with my underwear because at this point, I was so horny I was about to just jump him already. He lined himself up to me and thrust in without warning. I let out a loud moan that I knew wouldn’t be heard over the loud music of the party. I arched my back, so he’d have access to the clasps of my bra. He didn’t need to be told twice. Next thing I know, I’m completely naked in front of, Garrett? Jason? No Greyson. See I can remember some people’s names. He continued to plunge in and out of me while massaging my breast. With one final, hard thrust, I completely come undone with a loud moan. He follows with a low groan, then pulls out and rolls to lay next to me.

He tries to put his arm around me, but I roll over and off the bed. “Well this was fun, I guess I’ll see you around.” I quickly put on my clothes.

“Shit girl, you really know how to make a guy feel special,” he said with a teasing voice. I looked over at him and he was smiling. “This gonna be a regular thing?”

“Maybe. I’ll let you know when I’m sober and can determine if you were a good lay or not,” I replied with a smirk and walked out of the room shutting the door behind me.

The next chapter will finally have an appearance from Asher!

I can’t wait for everyone to see each character develop throughout the story. I feel like I can tell which one is going to be your guy’s favorite, but they haven’t really been introduced yet.

This story does start out slow but things will begin to get interesting soon.

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