I dressed Allison up real pretty like but still in her own style. She had this weird obsession with ankle boots and floral prints that I could not change. Me on the other hand? I had to really accentuate that fashion sense she beautifully named for me. I probably looked like a whore, but that was definitely my goal.
Since I didn't have a date, I was driving myself to the party. My mom really tried to get me not to drink and drive but I swear I was a pro by now. I was truly hoping to find someone to myself to get along with outside of Lydia than maybe they could give me a ride home.
I put the address to the party into my phone and rode with party music blasting to get me in the mood. The drive before a party always is hype, the anticipation for what's to come literally makes my toes curl. I pulled down my mirror as I approached a red light and began to make faces into the mirror. I was in love with myself in every way possible; and I always felt my colored eyes gave me more of exotic look. I was thankful for my father's genes for that.
Once the light turned green I shut my mirror and continued to drive to the party. As soon as I was down the street I heard the music blasting and I got fuckin pumpeddddd. I didn't park too close because I don't need any random drunk teen fucking up my car thats not me. As I parked I glanced up at the clear sky and eyed the full moon. You know what they say, crazy things happen under a full moon.
Well I don't know who said that exactly but I intend to prove them every bit of right. I swung open my door and stuck my long leg out of the drivers side. My baggy jeans didn't do my much justice in showing off these model legs, but they were low ride and did hang around my hips nicely in a cute Britney Spears moment. All I really needed was a thong but I chose a waist bead instead.
I made sure to strut into the party; I wanted all the attention on me. A few drinks and I might even find this "Jackson" character. I should probably find Lydia or my sister at least before I get a drink so I know someone could probably look out for the wild me. Well probably not Lydia, but Allison definitely.
I spotted her from the outfit I put her in; she was walking hand in hand to the dance floor. I sped walk over to them before I would be interrupting something that would be very awkward. "Allison!" I shout, reaching out to touch her shoulder.
Both her and pen boy spin to face me. I could almost be looking down at him. Like I said, that's Allison's type. I smiled at him for a second and then turned to my twin. I said, "I'm about to get drunk and make some questionable decisions."
Allison pressed her lips together and flashed her eyes over to the boy. "Oh, um, Scott, meet my sister Jocelyn."
He gave a little adorable, innocent smile and said, "Hi! Nice to meet you."
I couldn't control the snort that came out. "That was oddly formal, but nice to meet you, too. Take care of my sister tonight because I know I won't be able too."
He laughed nervously. "Okayy, I will."
I nodded my head at both of them and pushed past, trying to make my way to the table of mixed drinks. If you care about yourself, do not drink mixed drinks at parties in high school or college. They could have any kind of drug or alcohol in it, and would probably fuck you up. Me on the other hand? I'm gonna take at least a couple shots.
As soon as that warmness engulfs my body, I'm on the dance floor throwing back shots and in between two guys, grinding my front and back on the both of them. I was practically dripping.
I literally can see my sister and Scott grinding on each other in a way I had never seen my little virgin sister do. Nice.
I got another cup of drink and continued to walk throughout the house. If I don't find one cute boy to suck on my damn neck I'm definitely leaving.
'Woah," some boy caught me out of nowhere. Did I fall? Who knows. I looked him up and down to see if he was acceptable. No, he wasn't ugly but he didn't have hair. I love boys with hair. I stared at the beauty marks scattered over his face and smirked. Those were hot. I leaned forward and put arms onto his shoulders and started dancing against him.
I pulled out my keys and threw myself into my car. I could see good enough to make that drive. I don't even know my address. Where's my phone? It felt like slow motion when I dropped my head in my hands. I know I have a water bottle in here somewhere..
"Yo, wake up!" My eyes popped open as I regained consciousness. A pair of strained blue eyes were staring into mine. I knew right away this was a male just by the straight brows drawn in above those sad eyes.
My body reacted quickly; I jumped backwards and reached under my passenger seat to grab the small dagger I kept there. Stay ready and you don't have to get ready.
"Woah!" He shouted as soon as he noticed the weapon in my hands. He also jumped back, stumbling over his feet and falling onto the concrete. Witnessing this made me look around my surroundings frantically. I was stopped in the middle of the road at a flashing traffic light somewhere I have never been in this town before. How drunk was I?
I looked back towards the boy who was panting on the floor outside my door. We both had unsteady ragged breathes like we had just finished having sex. I studied his panicked face and saw a bruise forming under his eye. This confused me even more. What the fuck just happened. I looked down to my legs and seen my pants were still on. Okay, not that route….
He spoke and broke my train of thought. "You were just sleep here, I just wanted to make sure you were okay!"
I searched his face. He was so handsome with the most chiseled masculine features I had ever saw; like an old greek statue. The soft brown curls perched on top of his head just added to his appeal.
"Do you know how long I was actually sleep?" I dropped the knife and slid back into my seat calmly which signaled for him to get up from off the floor and stand on the sidewalk. He shook his head no and glanced towards the road. A look of panic washed over his face again and he threw himself right back onto the floor at my feet, cowering behind my door.
I looked where he was just staring and seen an older car driving slowly down the other lane. I returned my focus back down to him in confusion. "What the hell, are you okay?"
The boy peeked his head above the window and didn't speak until the car passed mine. I couldn't help but to just watch with my brows drawn in. I was extremely confused as one who had just woken from an inebriated slumber would be.
"That- that was my father. I just, I gotta go." He looked at me again and hesitated. "Can you drive?"
I let out a dry laugh in disbelief. The people in this town have fucking issues and it hasn't even been more than two weeks. "You're worried about me and you're running from your own dad?"
There he goes again with those frantic, sketchy eye movements. "Well you're a passed out girl in the middle of the road. I'm pretty sure a girl was found dead a few weeks ago. Just trying to help… so can you drive?"
"Do you have somewhere to go…" I trailed off, hoping he would answer me by giving me his name.
"Home," he answered in a sad tone and began to scratch at the side of his head, almost in shame. I would take that as a no. I'm not sure why this giant, six foot tall, and muscular greek god of a thing would ever be on the run from his dad but it was like two am and he didn't rape me so I had a little bit of compassion for him.
"Get in, I'll drop you off at least." I closed my drivers side door and opened the passenger side for him to come around. He hesitated before starting to walk around the front. It only took him like three steps to get around the car. I grabbed my phone off the seat and saw hundreds of missed calls from my sister, mother, and father collectively. I better call them now if they didn't already put out an APB for me.
"Isaac, by the way," he said as he ducked in and closed the door behind him.
"Jocelyn." I dialed my father's phone who picked up on like the third ring.
"Where the hell are you?" I heard my mother screaming in the background and cringed. I'm probably in so much trouble.
"I crashed at the party, I'm sobered up now and on the way home… just going to stop and get something to eat." I explained, "and after I get some gas." It's a miracle I didn't crash; drunk me probably put the car in park. See, I'm responsible!
My dad let me off the phone easy, meaning I was going to get berated at home without a doubt. Whatever. I have a strange, scared boy in my car so that was probably the least of what I really had to worry about. I turned to Isaac. "You hungry?"
He shook his head no. "I was actually in the middle of dinner when I left so…"
"And why did you leave?" He didn't answer and I didn't push him to. Instead he kept bouncing his eyes from the road to the rearview mirrors. Whatever he was running from had really got him spooked enough to spook my tall ass too.
The whole ride was silent except for when Isaac gave me directions to his house and when we got there he was so relieved the driveway was empty. After thanking me, and still making sure I was okay to drive, he ran to the back of the house. I only stood outside for a second, confused as ever but at least I did a good deed and good karma should be coming my way. Okay, time to take my ass home.
Speaking of being home, I was grounded the whole weekend for driving drunk. I lost car rights and everything. All I did the whole weekend was listen to Allison tell me about how Scott had left her at the party and got a ride from some random dude. That was weird and also dangerous, but I was the one in trouble.
Even though my sister was super upset at Scott, the minute he approached her in school on Monday, she was ready to give him all her time. Way to be upset sister!
I don't ever want to be around them because I hate relationship problems, especially when she doesn't even know how long we're going to be here. This is also why I kind of do not care for Lydia even if I am going to find her right now so I don't have to be alone.
"You two are going to the lacrosse game tonight, right?" She asked me as we stood at my locker. In the two additional days of school W had to get through with Lydia around me, I was learning to deal with her attitude. I always returned her snarky comments with my own; it was becoming a challenge of who could get the best of the other and it made my days less boring at least.
"Probably, I don't know." I shrugged, slamming my locker shut and leaning against it. "I don't know if you couldn't tell but I don't care for the town sport."
"So what exactly are you into? Outside of getting white girl wasted." See what I mean with the comments.
I snorted at her because….if only she knew. "You should come over one time and I'd get to show you."
"That sounded super creepy," she said and then turned to my sister as she walked up. "So you're going to the game, right?"
"Yeah, Scott's playing," Allison answered as if it was obvious. The three of us began to walk towards the last class of the day that we all shared together.
"Didn't he leave you at the party?" Lydia said matter-of-factly. Allison wasn't well equipped for Lydia and her snarkiness or at least not like I was and so she just ignored her. I sighed and shook my head in response. I wish Allison play hard to get or something.. Well, not my relationship or really my business. Let's get this dumb ass class over with.
I was finally getting around to setting up my training room that was connected to our garage. Like I said, this house was huge and I purposely had a room just for playing with all my little weapons. Little? Well, no.
The room was pretty average; as soon as you walk in there is an empty wall but the wall connected to it had racks that were handmade by my father for us when we were young. He puts them up wherever we move, and I always organize my arrows by type and especially color on the shelves. On the floor in front was a large stand for my bows. I'm not into archery as much as I used to be but I'm still an excellent marksman. A cross bow leaned against the wall, and my compound bows sat in the rack in order by size. The next wall was empty too, but I needed my dad to install floor length mirrors there for me, In front of those I would put my training dummies. The fourth wall had a table in front and also some shelves in the corner. There was more knives in this room than a weapons store; daggers, throwing axes, and sets of throwing knives arranged perfectly. It could make me nut.
I was in here setting up my shit when I heard a loud screech of tires from outside of my house. The noise made me jump from my relaxed state. I ran out of the room and towards the front door where my sister stood. She swung it open and walked outside.
Her weirdo boyfriend and my father stood outside, my dad towered over Scott who was lying on the floor. I couldn't help but to laugh even though I was seriously confused on why the hell Scott knew where we lived even though they had only been talking for a few days.
Allison turned to glare at me and then back at my just as confused dad. "What the hell are you doing, Dad?"
""I don't know, he just came out of nowhere!" Dad exclaimed, finally helping Scott off of the floor.
"Why are you at our house, couldn't you just wait till she went to the game?" I questioned Scott. I actually felt really weird about him being here.
He hesitated before saying, "I'm just coming to say...hi."
I raised a brow at him. Well, that's my sisters type. Okay well that's enough for me to want to get out of here. I nodded slowly just because I really needed him to understand how weirded out I was by him and then turned to retreat back to my sanctuary.
I was in desperate need of a workout.
Actually reading this story over is so cringey. I now realize I don't have to write her in every scene and that I can make up my own shit lmao
Do you guys like shorter or longer chapters? I try to stay between 3,000-3,500 words.
