My name is Y/N. My life has been about sex, partying, hard drugs and anarchy for as long as I could remember. Well, That all changed when I met a boy with light brown eyes, long eyelashes and a silly personality. Him and his 4 friends changed my life.
“What do you got?” I asked Bash as he emptied the contents of his duffle bag onto the island in my kitchen. He pulled out 3 different plastic organized containers.
“What do you want?” Bash asked with a sly smile. I looked to Carly, My best friend, and smiled wickedly.
“Gimme some love.” I referred to ecstasy, otherwise known as the sex drug or EX.
Bash slid each of us half a gram of the sex drug. I gave him the appropriate 125 for my half gram while Carly gave him her money as well.
“This shit will get you guys fucked up. I took 3 of the 100 mg pills, the ones I gave you guys, I was fucked up in 15 minutes.” Bash chuckled. I bit my lip. I giggled excitedly as I popped all 5 pills into my mouth and washed them down with a swig of vodka.
Minutes later, I felt my sense of touch get more and more sensitive. I walked to the balcony of my room and looked into my huge backyard, which was filled with drunk or high teenagers. I had the dj pause the music and I came over the mic. There were many perks of Mommy and Daddy being away, super rich and guilty.
“I have one rule.” I said over the surround sound throughout my backyard, my voice boomed over the hoots and hollers. “If I find you sober, I’m kicking your ass!” After I finished my statement, yells and cheer from horny teenagers erupted.
I groaned as I woke up to the brightness peeking through my curtains in my large room. I looked up at the ceiling and sighed at the pounding headache I had in my temple.
I sat up and looked around my room. There was a couple of girls, one had only a bra and panties on, passed out by my 10 foot long , 3 foot tall dresser. A random guy was laying in my daybed, cuddling a garden gnome. I chuckled as I stood from my California king, 15th birthday gift from Dad, and headed over to my full length body mirror.
My thicker frame was only clothed by the special occasion black lace underwear I wore last night, a bra and a dude’s t-shirt. I cocked my head at the shirt. It looked familiar but I had no clue who it belonged to. it had the letters RVCA written in black across the chest
I shrugged before smelling the unusual smell of pancakes and bacon coming from the 2nd floor kitchen.
Okay, so let me explain. I have this huge, expensive and elaborate mansion that my parents bought my 7th grade year, around the same time they started disappearing on business trips around the world. For my 13th birthday, instead of taking me guilt shopping, they gave me the entire 2nd floor, which was made up of a master bedroom, 2 guest bedrooms, 2 full bathrooms, a game room, a book room and a random room. I asked them to turn the big, random room into my own kitchen, they agreed.
Even when they were away, they had a maid sent to the house to clean up. And before they left, they would leave me money. They were rarely ever home, and when they were, it was less than 4 days at a time.
I know what you’re thinking, ‘She’s so spoiled’ blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I may be spoiled but I‘m lonely as hell, I only have 2 real friends, Bash and Carly. When they started leaving, I started getting more and more lonely. Since they left me money every time, I bought the weed for my friends and I.
We always smoked at my house since I had the good food and you know, munchies.
Well, I can’t say that I only had 2 friends. There was the Jacks. They were seniors my sophomore year. We had bonded over an ounce of loud. But I haven’t talked to them since they graduated 3 months ago.
Anyway, I headed down the main hall toward the 2nd floor kitchen and saw the back of a tall, shirtless, brunette boy wearing a snap back who was standing over the stove. I leaned against the door frame and cleared my throat. The boy jumped and mumbled ‘shit’ under his breath as he spilled something.
He turned to me, I could not have been more wrong. The ‘boy’ had a breathtaking body. I checked him out while he used paper towels to clean whatever he spilled.
“So, I’m guessing you’re the lady of the house?” The ‘boy’ said as he threw away the paper towels.
“You could say that.” I said with a shrug. “I’m not much of a lady.” I said. I walked past him to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of chocolate milk.
“You sure look like one to me.” The boy said, I felt his eyes on my as I sat on a bar stool. I blushed. I looked at him through the bar as he turned back to the eggs he was making. I watched him as he pulled a pack of rellos from his pocket.
I opened a drawer that was under the bar and pulled out a lighter.
“Need a light?” I asked. The boy turned to me and smiled. He walked over to the bar with the blunt in his mouth. I lit the blunt for him, not breaking eye contact. He took a puff before sitting across from me, in the bartender chair. I smelled the weed from his rello.
“So you’re the Jack’s friend, Y/N, right?” The boy asked. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah. How do you know them? Is they here?” I asked.
“Right here, Babe.” Gilinsky said. I turned to see him, Johnson and 2 other boys who I vaguely recognized. I squealed. I ran up to them and hugged them both. Johnson spun me around and Gilinsky picked me up.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked, with a wide smile.
“That’s the thing you’re not going to like.” Johnson said, his smile fading. I raised my eyebrows as the boy from the kitchen joined us.
A/N: YOOOOOOOOOOOO I’M SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS