It was official. These vultures had convinced me to be go to Greg's bonfire and like the stupid idiot I was, I agreed. It was already Friday and Taylor was running up and down our dorm room.
“Does this look good on me, and you better be honest Kait.” Taylor looked at herself in the mirror.
I rolled my eyes. “For the hundredth time, yes!” Her eyes widened from shock.
“Why are you yelling at me?” She acted defenseless.
I stood in front of her and shook her shoulders. “It seems that your ears are covered in wax because you don't listen!”
She completely ignored my statement and scanned me up and down. “Why aren't you dressed yet?”
What lie should I come up with? “I have this huge assignment that's due on Monday, Tay.”
Taylor took my right arm and pulled me, so I could stand up. “I'll help you finish it.” She patted my head and walked over to my closet.
“Where are your secret ‘I'mma get laid’ stash of clothes?” Her hands thoroughly roamed through my wardrobe.
This bitch was crazy. “You're not going to find anything there Taylor, because they don't exist.”
She chuckled while shaking her index finger at me. “Don't lie to me, my little wild Mexican. I can see that you're vicious on the inside and it's just a matter of time before you show us.”
I smiled. Taylor was always so blunt, but it was one of the things that I liked about her. Sighing, I gave in. “What do you think I should wear?”
Her eyes gleamed with happiness as she clapped her hands excitedly. “It's about time.”
~°•°~
Greg's bonfire was already packed when me and the girls came. I had to admit that Taylor did a good job on dressing me.
My hair was platted into four rows. She had applied the right amount of makeup on my face. Both of my ears had two small diamond studs and a big silver circular hoop earring. I was wearing a white and navy square patterned two-peiced bikini, with only a blue and white ripped shorts and a blue jean jacket on. I decided to wear my blue and grey Vans to match.
We spotted the guys playing pool by the porch. Michael was the first to comment when he saw me. “Damn Kaitlyn. You're lucky that I respect you, cause I would have already tried to tap that ass by now.”
We all burst out in laughter. “I just love your honesty bro.” Holden's hand rested on Michael's shoulder.
I held in my laughter and smiled. “I'm flattered Mikey, but I don't go for twins.”
“Burn!” They screamed. Well, all except for the twins.
Michael's mouth hung open. “Mikey?”
Mathew seemed confused as hell. “What'd you mean by, you don't go for twins?” He questioned.
Styles patted Mathew's chest. “Is someone's ego bruised?” Mathew didn't respond, but only smacked Styles behind the head.
“Dude chill. Don't be offended.” Logan ruffled his hair, making one tipsy Mathew pissed.
Sam clapped her hands. “Can you guys stop it. I didn't come here to listen to yal nagging like some little bitches. I came here to party, so let's get drunk and make some bad decisions!”
~°•°~
Iggy Azalea's Savior featuring Quavo played through the speakers. Lola took my hand and dragged me to where people were dancing. We signalled Alexis, Jade, Sam and Taylor to join us as we all started to dance together.
“I've been looking for a savior.” We were dancing in pairs, Lola's hands were on my waist as we were moving our hips in sync.
We all went into a circle and sang along, more like screamed. “Ah yeah, nah nah, nah, nah! I've been looking for a savior! Ah yeah, nah nah, nah, nah! I've been looking for a real one to hold on to, I've been looking for a savior! Ah yeah, nah nah, nah, nah! Been around the world and I ya, ya! Nah yeah, nah nah, nah, nah!”
The crowd cheered for more of our horrible singing, but I guess they were either too drunk or high on something or even someone.
I had to admit that I was having fun, but I knew that it was not going to last forever. I was leaving soon and I planned to make each moment count. But how though? I didn't want to get too close to them cause it would be harder for me to leave.
My eyesight became blurry. It became harder to breathe. I needed to get out of here. My legs carried me to the farthest place, ignoring voices that called out for me. I couldn't take it anymore. Tears escaped my eyes as I was alone, hearing nothing but the waves clashing against each other and my quiet sobs.
“Snap out of it.” My consciousness reminded me. I quickly removed my dried out tears and looked at the stunning beach. Debating on whether I should have a swim or not, my final verdict was Yolo and what was the point of wearing a bikini?
It only took a few seconds and I was fully covered in water. I sighed as my body finally relaxed. I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the beach's air. “You seem to be in a good mood.” My eyes immediately snapped open as I stared into unfamiliar pair of eyes.
I crossed my arms on my chest, frowning. “I'm sorry, and you are?” His right hand was extended to meet my left one. “The name's Greg, and may I ask who you are, because I've never seen your face around here before.”
My fingertips touched his as they reached for his hand to shake. “Lynn.” Greg's mouth formed a smile, showing his left dimple in the process. “You're very pretty. Nice to meet you.”
A laugh escaped out of my mouth. “You're pretty drunk.” He chuckled. “I thought that drunk people always told the truth.” I playfully rolled my eyes and shook my head. “No way, nah huh. I've been in conversation way too many times and it's become too predictable, so I'll just spill the beans and be honest with you. I'm gay. Yes, you heard me. Gay, meaning that I'm only into girls. Sorry.”
Greg bursted out into laughter, making me question if he was mentally stable. “Chill Shortie, I'm not going to hit on you. Tempting, but I won't.”
I didn't know what surprised me. The fact that he just called me Shortie or the ‘trying not to hit on me’ part. I pushed him into the water, laughing. “Dude, you're so weird.”
He immediately rose up, widely smiling. “That's a good thing, right?” I nodded my head, but soon regretted it when Greg pulled me into a tight hug. “I love you Shortie, I'm calling you that from now on, so tell any bozo who's ever called you that, that it's officially taken and purchased by mee.” He sang out the last word.
Oh God. Why does this keep on happening to me? Another crazy one has been added to my collection of friends. I needed to stop wondering to unknown places alone.
When we got back to shore, Greg grabbed my clothes and led me to through the backdoor of his house and up into his man cave. I received a towel as I began to dry myself. “Thanks.” I motioned for the towel. He waved his hand approvingly. “Yeah, anything for you Shortie.”
I nervously laughed, and he noticed. “What's wrong?” I would ask the same thing about you. “How can you trust a person you barely even know? I mean, we only just met ten minutes ago.”
He tossed me one of his white T-shirts. “I believe in liking people who seem intriguing to me, and trust me when I say that you,” He pointed at me. “Are hella intriguing.”
~°•°~
Shekhinah's Overdose played as I made my way downstairs, looking for my people. I took out my phone, and tried calling Taylor as I walked through the crowd. “No answer.” I mumbled to myself. I found Logan's number and decided to call him.
It was still dialing when a figure suddenly appeared on the staircase, followed by another one that was accompanying him. Both of their backs were in view as I couldn't make out one of the guys, but I had to admit that his back was mesmerizing. The other one looked awfully familiar.
“Greg.” I smiled as one of the guys gave me a side view and I soon realized that it was Greg. But who was the other one? And why did he seem familiar too?
“Kaitlyn?” Logan answered.
“Yup. It's me. Where are you guys?” I responded while still looking around with my eyes, hoping to find them.
“We're no longer in the house, the twins wanted to chill out in the bonfire a couple minutes ago.” I nodded my head. “Okay, I'm on my way over there now.” I could feel his smiling expression through the phone call as he chuckled. “Don't keep us waiting. Styles is already making a fool of himself.”
I laughed. “Fully noted, boss man.” I hung up and looked up from my screen. Sharp hazel eyes pierced through me, wanting me to know that he was watching me.
Reed West.
There was no denying that he made me feel special as he only stared at me. No one else. Greg nudged his right arm, but Reed didn't pay attention to him. He only continued to intimidate me with his overwhelming presence.
Our eyes locked onto each other, as if we were having a staring contest. Greg's curiosity followed Reed's eyes to see what he was looking at. Me, being the coward that I am, broke the eye contact and walked away. As far as I could.
~°•°~
"There you are, my little vixen." Holden's arm went around my shoulder. A short chuckle came out of Logan's mouth as he continued to drown down his beer.
My eyes roamed around the packed beach. "Whatcha guys doing out here?" I questioned. Alexis snorted, looking tipsy and annoyed. "I was beginning to ask myself the same thing. I'm bored and horny. Just saying."
Sam and Lola giggled at Alexis's weird choice of words. Mathew received a text and immediately stood up. "We have to go back to the house. The guys are making brownies."
~°•°~
"Where have you been all my life, old friend?" Alexis continued to munch on the suspicious brownies. Even if it was my second time going to a college party, I knew better than anyone to never eat any baked goods, no matter how yummy they looked.
"Come on, try one." Michael offered me a brownie, which I politely declined. "No thanks. I was only planning on getting tipsy tonight."
Styles pouted. "Please." I shook my head. Mathew sipped on his beer then sighed. "Live a little."
I rolled my eyes, and slightly opened my mouth to receive a small amount of the brownie. Michael decided to be the all and mighty idiot that he was and shoved the whole thing inside my mouth. I almost chocked from his fast movement, which earned him a punch on the left side of his stomach.
"Ouch. You throw one hell of a punch." He innocently protected the spot where I had just targeted. I smirked, whilst I started chewing on the brownie.
The flavour was fucking fantastic. I wanted more. My thoughts seemed to be slower than my hands as I started to eat more brownies. A few moans escaped from my mouth as I licked the last of the remaining brownies that were left off of my fingers.
The entire gang looked at me. Horrified. Alexis cheered. "That's my girl!" Soon more drinks entered our systems. All of us were officially drunk and it seemed like I was too drunk to even care. Must have been the brownies doing.
It was already past 2 a.m and we were still in the house. Yellow Claw's DJ Turn It Up was playing through the speakers so loudly that the sober and non-high me would have been annoyed as hell, but I didn't give two shits at all. People were still dancing and doing wherever they were busy with, when we suddenly heard police sirens.
1.2.3.
Everyone was bumping everybody. As much as it was hilarious for me to watch drunk, stumbling people push pass one another, I also didn't want to get caught, or even worse, arrested.
The guys gave the girls a look that held a private message behind it, that only I didn't know about. Sam grabbed my left hand as we ran outside of the house.
We spotted Greg in the parking lot as he ran towards us. "You." He pointed at me. "Need to come with me."
I started at him, with my left eyebrow raised, looking confused as hell. I didn't have time to react to his words as he grabbed my arm and dragged me to an isolated black four door JK Jeep Wrangler, locking the doors when I hopped in.
My eyes widened. What the fuck was going on? "Greg!" I yelled at him through the tinted window. The only thing that shithead shouted was an 'I'm sorry' and ran off somewhere.
"I so needed to get better friends." I mummered as I started to occupy myself by undoing my braids. I sucked in a breath while I ran my fingers through my now curly hair.
The car beeped as someone got in. I turned around, ready to pounce at Greg.
I frowned. "You're not Greg."
Reed started the car, reversing out of it's previous parking position.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you sweetheart.”