A/N: Hey guys! Here's my third story! Tell me how you think it is... I have other chapters written but if you guys don't like it, I won't continue it. So please review and tell me how you feel about it! I also want to know your opinion on my rating. there are some iffy parts, but nothing graphic. If you guys like it, I will continue and i promise the chapters will get longer and more interesting. I love you guys and I hope this story beats my others in numbers of reviews. That won't be too hard, because the most reviews I've ever gotten on a story is five... So please help me achieve my goal and go read my other stories too. If I get five reviews on this chapter, I will post the second one! Love you all, now R&R!
"Hey JJ, wait up!" I yell down the hall at my best friend who is currently ditching me so that she's not late for chemistry. I don't blame her. Our chemistry teacher, Mr. Marbach, gives you a demerit every time you are late. Anyway, I sprint down the hall after her and slip in the room just as the bell rings. "Alright ladies," Mr. Marbach says, "Get your safety goggles on because we are going to do an experiment today." We all put our safety goggles on and file into the science lab, notebooks and pens in hand.
I am so happy that chemistry is last period of the day. As I'm filling my beaker with different chemicals, I can't wait for the final bell. You know, as much as I love my small, neat, all-girls private high school, I get kind of tired of not having any one of the opposite gender to talk to. At my elementary school, there where tons of boys, but back then, boys were "icky". Tonight, JJ, Monique, Ella, and I, along with some other girls from our school are all going to Club 21 to mingle with some guys. Even though we haven't reached the legal drinking age, they let people in who just come to listen to music and party, but they have to wear a wristband. I am kind of nervous because I have never really done something like this. I also feel sort of guilty, because my parents are out of town, and I feel like I am going behind their backs. They don't usually let me go anywhere where I might be tempted by the influence of alcohol. But these feelings are overshadowed by anticipation. I'm so tired of always being a good girl. I mean, I haven't talked to a guy my age in, like, three years, considering I'm a junior. I have gallons of hormones pumping through my veins, and my old posters of Zach Effron are not satisfying! Finally, the bell rings, and Mr. Marbach dismisses us from his class. I gather all of my things from my locker, which isn't much because it is a Friday, so I have a lighter homework load than usual, and I walk happily out of the building to JJ's car, because I am going home with her. I am so excited for tonight, but I think JJ, Ella, and Monique are more excited than me because we are all meeting at JJ's house and I am letting them dress me up. I don't usually let them do this because I am more timid and not so much sexy, but they are the complete opposite.
As soon as we get to JJ's house, we jump out of her car, unlock the front door, and bolt up the carpeted stairs to JJ's room. Once we get upstairs, we take off our uniforms, get into our camisoles and sweatpants, and crank up the music. Soon after we change clothes, the doorbell rings and Monique and Ella walk in. We all go upstairs and talk about how excited we are for tonight. I don't do much of the talking, but I laugh as I listen to the others talk about how bad they want to just kiss a guy. Then, Monique says that she really wants to get drunk and just dance the night away with some hot guy. Everyone else agrees, but I just don't say anything. I don't like the idea of lying. We would have to rip off our wristbands and pretend to be older, and we could get in trouble for that. Then Ella changes the subject, thankfully, and says that since we are leaving in a little while, we should get started getting ready. They all already had outfits picked out, so I sat in the middle of the room in JJ's papasan chair and watch them put makeup on each other and do each other's hair. Then they turn towards me. Monique forces me into a skimpy outfit while Ella does my makeup and JJ attacks my mess of hair. I close my eyes, and twenty five minutes later when I am told to open them, I am amazed at what I see in the mirror. It is still me, but in a whole different way. My usually frizzy blonde hair is now pencil straight, and a pink lipstick with some light eyeshadow and blush accent the features of my face. I take a look at what I am wearing, and I am taken aback. I am wearing a black strapless top that is skin tight and accents my figure. It is embellished with sequins at the hem, which ends just below my belly button, but a little higher than my waistline. On the bottom I am wearing light wash denim short shorts, which in my opinion are way to short. Even though they are very short, they are stretchy, so I can still move around comfortably in them. All in all, I'm sexy. Like, sexier than I have ever been in my life. After I finish examining myself, I put a little bling on, and notice that if I really wanted to, I could pass for around 23, even though I'm only 17. That's how well my friends did on my makeup. Then we all bound down the stairs and pile into JJ's car, and crank the radio. A great song comes on, and we all scream the lyrics. Then we pull up in front of the club, and we all pile out, ready to have the time of our lives. We all wait in line, get our wristbands, and take our first step into the club.
"Oh my God, it's soooo loud in here guys! I love it! And look at all of the hot guys!" I yell at them. They nod in reply. Ella yells back, "Yeah, it's super loud. Let's go to the bathroom." We all follow her to the lady's room in the back of the club. As we walk back, I notice a few guys that turn from what they are doing and check us out. I feel very proud of my friend's jobs on our hair, makeup, and outfits. The minute we walk into the bathroom, everyone starts ripping off their wristbands, so I do the same. Then we flush them down the toilet so there is no evidence that we took them off. Ella and Monique fix their makeup a little in the mirror, and then we confidently stride out of the restroom and into the loud club. We walk straight to the bar and sit down. Everyone is acting cool, but inside, I am completely freaking out. I could say that I didn't feel well and go home, or I could just not drink. NO MAX, YOU CAN DO THIS, I tell myself. YOU MIGHT LIKE IT. So, I go along with my friends and I get a margarita. I figure that would be a good place to start. That is also what the rest of my friends get. We decide that we will take our first sip together. JJ counts, "One, two, and three!" and we each take a big sip. We all have different looks on our faces. It is definitely a new taste. We all look like we are trying to get used to the taste. I swallow and take another sip, just following what my friends are doing. I take another sip, and another, and suddenly the taste isn't so foreign to me. I actually start to enjoy it. Once we finish those, we get another drink, and another, and another, and soon we are completely drunk. We stumble out onto the dance floor to find someone to dance with.
As we are dancing on the floor, a super hot guy with black hair, black clothes, just about black everything, approaches us. He then pulls me aside and asks me to dance. I say "Sure." in a slurred voice and he pulls me away to another part of the dance floor. We start swaying to the music. Then the beat picks up and we start getting more physical. Soon I am grinding against his hips, making him moan. Then, he pulls me aside and slurs, "Let's go out back." He takes my hand and pulls me through the throbbing group of dancing people toward the back door of the club. Outside in the back, the mysterious guy starts taking his jacket off, and then his shirt. I can see where this is going, but for some reason, I'm not alarmed. In fact, I start stripping down, too. The next twenty minutes are filled with moans and groans of pleasure. Then we collapse on the ground in exhaustion. It dawns on me that I am now not a virgin, but it doesn't seem to register as a problem in my fuzzy head. After a while, we get up. The mysterious guys leads me into the club, gives me one last messy kiss, and then stumbles away. I go search for my friends, and on the way my stomach starts feeling fuzzy, but I just assume it is from all of the excitement I just had. I find my friends sitting at the bar, so I order another drink with them. We have a few more drinks, but then we stop because everyone starts feeling funny. We just sit down for a minute and figure it will wear off, but it just gets worse. Suddenly, my stomach lurches, and I run to the bathroom with my hand covering my mouth, followed by my friends. We spend the next fifteen minutes puking up the contents of that night's activities. We then decide it is time to call it quits, and we get a taxi to take us home. We all go to JJ's house and crash in her room. I don't expect any of us to wake up any time soon.
A/N: How was that? Now, review, my magical readers!