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CHAPTER 8'S IN THE BUILDING!
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Now to my quotes.
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Today, tomorrow and in the future, fight for what you believe in. The positive parts of your belief not the negative. Don't do things that'll hurt those you love.
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Skai's perspective ;
"I can't believe you got me to come to this stupid party." I groaned out as we got out of Trisha's car.
I looked up at the house in front of us. And I thought Aunt Olivia's house was big. Boy was I mistaken. This house, sorry mansion,was just 'wow'. The party lights coming from the house made it look nicer, in my opinion, and the music blasting from the speakers could be heard probably from miles away. I wasn't paying attention on our way here because of my groaning and mumbling and...you know, the usual.
"We're already here, your complaining will do nothing."
"I figured as much. It did nothing for me when we were in my house or when I was being dragged away by you."
"Good." She replied with a grin on her made up face. She wasn't one to make up her face often, well she never did actually. I don't even know she wanted to come to this party so darn much. To the extent that she even put on make-up, we're talking blush, concealer, mascara, well...that's about all I know of makeup products. Her dress wasn't anything showy or flashy but it was still not the 'Trisha' kind of attire I'd expect her to be in. A red cropped top with a short denim skirt, I repeat 'short', was not what I expected.
And with her dressed like that, I was forced into a shirt red body con dress with thin straps and black stilettos. I face was smeared with all kinds of makeup products and only God knows what.
"Trisha, you know you can tell me anything, right?" I started as I held her hands and looked into her eyes.
"Yeah," she said with questioning eyes as she tried to pry her hands from mine.
"Then you'd probably tell me if an alien abducted your body and is now pretending to be you, right?"
"What the hell are you saying?"
"You're right, you won't tell me because it won't be you but it'll probably be the alien. And since the alien doesn't want to be found out it won't tell me."
"Skai...look at me." I looked up at Trisha and waited for her to continue.
"Ouch! What was that for?" I asked angrily as I massaged my arm which had just been abused by the crazy girl, Trisha.
"Remember, we are here to enjoy ourselves not to fret over aliens and abduction or any of your foolish thoughts." She glared at me and then continued, "I've just been so worked out with school and you and mostly trying to not get myself into trouble with you causing the trouble."
"Hey!" I interrupted.
"Shushh, let me continue. Where was I?" She hit me again as she tried to recollect her thoughts again. "Oh yes. You causing the trouble. And not to talk of the alph- I mean, well I don't even know what I mean." She took in a deep breath and smiled, "Let's just have fun, ok?"
"Fine. If I don't agree, you'd probably hit me again."
"You catch on fast." She smirked and then dragged me into the huge house, sorry, mansion. "Now let's go have fun!"
Cardi b's 'Press' was being played as we walked in and the stench of alcohol greeted us. I looked around and saw people from my school and people from wherever they're from. People were either holding beer bottles or plastic cup filled with whatever crap they preferred to kill their liver with.
As we walked in further, we saw a 'couple', if that's what they were, making out. The girl's legs were wrapped around the guy's waist and she kept pushing the guy's head to hers while eating his face. It felt like she was trying to suck him dry. That sounded so bad. Her top had been hiked up and you could see her lacy red bra on display with the guy's hand cupping a feel of left breast. She just moaned and moaned and I just looked away in disgust. There were a couple more on the couches and others just preferred to stand. Skimpy dressed girls were whining and grinding all over either themselves or a dude. You could tell that some were even tipsy and could barely stand but that did not stop them. No, it did not. They continued to shout and whine and dance the night away.
There were some decent ones who were not as drunk as the dancers nor were they making out or about to have sex in the open. They were either chatting with their friends or just looking around, like I was.
"Let's get some beer." Trisha shouted over the loud music as she dragged me towards what I presume to be the kitchen.
"Thanks." I accepted the beer and took a swing. I am not a fun of alcohol.
"Hey, Skai." I looked up to see the blonde from the other day, the one who caused this nightmare, making his way towards us.
I gave him a small smile. "Hey."
He was dressed in a black round neck shirt with black jeans. He beamed at me when he got close and gave Trisha a curt nod.
"So how are you enjoying the party?"
"We just got here. How do you ex-" My ribs were jabbed by Trisha a sharp elbows. "I mean, we just got here but the party is... it's'wow'." I gave a fake smile.
"Glad you're enjoying the party. Everyone is excited that we made it to the championships, again." It's like this boy can't stop smiling.
"Yeah, I heard you guys won. Congratulations by the way."
He grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "Thanks." He looked around then turned back to me, "Care to dance?"
"I would love to but i promised Trisha that I'd dance with her first." I said as I grabbed Trisha's arm, then I started to drag her away.
"I can't break my promise, you know? Bye Kendell!" I yelled out as we got away.
"It's Kennel!"
"Whatever." I murmured to myself.
"Well, according to you, you never break your promise so let's go dance!" Trisha shouted when I let go of her arm.
"Technically, I said 'I can't' not 'I never'." As if that would work. Trisha dragged me towards the dancing bodies. My arms have really suffered today with all the dragging and stuff.
Trisha proceeded to dance, following the footsteps of the other dancers, whining but not grinding.
"Come on Skai, let loose and have some fun!"
"Fine."
I finally let myself be influenced by peer pressure. I started to dance. I let myself forget about my parents, my new home, school, stress. I felt free. I felt alive. And I barely felt the dude who sneaked behind and held unto my waist, pressing his body close to mine. Like I said, 'barely'.
I tried prying his hands from me by the dude just pressed his body closer and I could feel his arousal now.
"Get off." I tried prying his hands away, again, but he wouldn't budge.
Then suddenly, his touch was gone and I saw him land five feet away. People stopped dancing to watch what was going on.
"Don't touch her again."
Rhyce?
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Clara.