MALICIOUS PLEASURES.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the story line.
It was a growing, toxic addiction. Everybody knew it. Except one person. The hostage herself.
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She was completely one hundred percent unaware of how this substance had taken over her mind and personality and despite what her friends would say regarding how she had changed, she didn't care. They were wrong. They knew nothing. They were so naive.
Voices constantly echoed in her mind of her friends. "Mitchie snap out of it you absolute moron!" or the other one she got a lot, "You're becoming a clone of Lohan and Winehouse and all those other trashy celebrities!" Mitchie liked those celebrities. They had something most other famous women these days didn't have... Balls.
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"Mitchie get your but over here!" A dark girl slurred in direction to another dark haired girl named Mitchie. Mitchie turned around, her beautiful mid-back length wavy hair turning flipping around. She beamed her gorgeous white smile and trotted over.
"Isn't that, over there," Her friend leaned close to Mitchie's ear and pointed in a straight direction. "That boy you've been chasing for a while now, huh?" She giggled lightly shoving Mitchie's arm.
"Oh for god's sake Alex, shut up!" Mitchie squealed, laughing but worrying Alex had said something too loud. Alex Russo was technically still the 'new girl' at Malibu High although she had been there for months... she will probably have that nickname for the rest of her high school life.
In all reality, Mitchie had no idea who that boy was. Herself and Alex had this little thing they did where when a cute boy would be in sight they would try and somewhat embarrass each other. Whether it be pushing each other into the cute boy to start a conversation, mouthing things at the boy or using hand gestures about one another and etcetera. It was all good fun, really. Mitchie looked at Alex and smirked. "Reckon I could get him in your bed by 10?"Alex slightly threw her head back and giggled.
"My bed? Screw you!" She stifled between giggles. Mitchie smiled as she walked away from Alex backwards and stuck her middle finger up at her. Alex shook her head and stumbled away to find another drink. She was currently throwing a party at her house, on a Thursday, a school night... while her parents were out of the country. She threw parties at hers a lot. Why spend the nights studying after six bullshit hours of school when you could just get loose and be socialize with those you have to suffer with during the day?
Mitchie walked confidently over to this boy Alex had pointed out. He was leaning against the doorframe of the room that was currently holding the majority of the drunken teenage delinquents. He was just standing there with his hands shoved deep into his pockets looking awkwardly. Wearing a blue shirt with a white Adidas symbol on it, black skinny jeans and some white Adidas shoes he looked pretty sexy. He definitely caught Mitchie's attention. He had super shaggy, dark curly hair which almost covered his eyes... not quite though. As Mitchie approached she leaned on the wall next to the doorway. He didn't even glance at her. "Hi gorgeous." Mitchie said sheepishly as she leaned against the wall, hands behind her back. She looked up at him... He slowly looked over but as they made eye contact he looked back at the floor. She frowned, confused. This was not the reaction she usually gets from guys. She was beautiful and thin, weighing roughly around 98 pounds. Her hair was long, thick and shiny. And she looked amazingly gorgeous is whatever she wore. What was this guy's problem? Was her short, black bodycon dress with cutouts down the whole of both sides of the dress not enough to get him even slightly interested? What about her sexy smoky black eye shadow? Mitchie moved a little closer, persistent on grabbing this boy's attention and squeezing it, hard. "Okay then." She started awkwardly. "I haven't seen you around here before..." Still nothing. "I'm Mitchie; this is my best friend's house... Do you go to Malibu?" He finally looked up. Success!
"Oh sorry I should leave..." He started quickly, standing up straight. Mitchie panicked. Poor guy. He seemed so shy and awkward.
"I didn't mean it like that." She started and smiled. He blew a sigh of relief and looked at her.
"Sorry I thought you meant you wanted me to leave." He said with a laugh, loosening up to Mitchie. She shook her head and giggled a little. "I'm Nate, and yeah I go to Malibu. You're Mitchie Torres. I'm a junior as well." Mitchie was slightly shocked... How did she not know this? He was so cute, and actually kind of a nice guy. How had she never noticed him? She raised her eye brows, using this to her advantage.
"Well seeing you know so much about me..." She took a step closer to Nate, so her body was slightly touching his. "And I know nothing about you..." She raised her mouth to his ear. "Why don't we go upstairs and talk?" She leaned back slightly with a smirk. He made a confused face and took a step back.
"Let's just go outside instead." He stated turning around and walking to the back door. Mitchie rolled her eyes and shrugged. It was a good effort... just not good enough. She followed him out to the backyard. There were teenagers everywhere, in the pool, sitting in circles playing 7 minutes in heaven, spewing on the grass and even playing strip poker at the tables. It was one of those kinds of parties. There was a copious amount of booze involved. Nate walked over to an extended sunbaking chair and sat down on the end of it. Mitchie walked over and sat down next to him. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and leaned her head back a little just so in case he wanted to he could get a better look at her cleavage. She was a clever girl. "Ugh so what do you want to know?" Nate asked nervously as he gulped. Mitchie smiled.
"Everything." She said flirtatiously wrapping her arms around his bicep. He was well toned and muscly for a boy her age. Seemed everything about him was sexy. Even his voice, which she hadn't heard much of, was a ten out of ten. He shrugged.
"Ah, okay." She watched as his eyes scanned around the back yard. "Well, I'm Nate Gray... I've been at your school for almost a year now. I have another brother at our school who's a senior, and one in college." Wait what. Brothers? If they are anything like him, oh damn. "Um I play guitar and uh... sing... in a band with my brothers." He seemed embarrass to say he sung for some reason which Mitchie couldn't figure out. She scooted a little closer to him.
"Why don't we just talk later?" She asked placing her hand on his inner thigh and moving her face close to his. Nate looked at her with a somewhat blank but willing expression like he wasn't going to run away this time. He did look sort of uncomfortable though... Mitchie was good at making boys feel comfortable but so this would just be another piece of sweet, sweet cake. Just when they were so close, their lips brushed against one another's and the breathing was getting heavier they heard,
"Nate, stop!" Suddenly a boy appeared in front of them. Mitchie pulled apart and looked up at him. 'Well holy shit, this has to be one of the brothers' Mitchie thought to herself as she studied the boy. He looked a whole lot like Nate, just a little older. He had long straight-ish shaggy dark hair and was wearing was similar to Nate, just dark blue denim skinny jeans, white shirt with a black Nike symbol on it and white Nike high tops. He had a gorgeous face but for some reason was frowning like hell. Mitchie sighed, great another guy, another problem.
"Oh shit." Mitchie heard Nate mumble under his breath. She looked to him questionably; she was very confused at this point. Suddenly the boy reached over and grabbed Nate, whispering something angrily in his ear. Nate looked back sadly at Mitchie and mouthed 'Sorry.' And then with that he walked away inside and god knows where to after that.
"What the hell is your problem?" Mitchie spat as she stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "And who the hell are you anyway."
"I'm Shane, and that's my little brother your wear throwing yourself at!" Shane said angrily. Mitchie stood back pretending to be shocked.
"Oh no, really?" She started sarcastically. "What is even wrong with that? It's not like I'm too old or to young, I'm his damn age!" She continued on angrily. "Do you not what him to experience life and have fun at parties, you jerk?" Shane stood there for a second studying Mitchie.
"He can experience life all he wants, but he sure can't experience chlamydia." Shane snapped, looking disgustingly at Mitchie. Mitchie's jaw dropped. Not once has she ever been spoken to like that by a male. Not once has anyone ever been rude to her really. Everybody loves Mitchie. Especially the opposite sex… This was all new to her. She dropped her arms in shock and looked at him. Just as she was about to speak Shane shook his head at her and walked away.
"What's up home skillet!" Mitchie heard Alex's voice pop up behind her. She stood still, still shocked by what had just happened. She turned and looked at Alex, then looked back at where Shane once stood.
"I don't even know."
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Well first new story I've started in about 3 years. Hope I still got it!
I had fun writing it, can't wait to write more.
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