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Caro’s POV
The only thing anybody could talk about was this massive bomb fire down at the Wentz’s mansion, and I frankly was one of those people. Parties are a pretty huge deal here, especially this one. Mid-junior year, shit gets rough. My plan basically was to go there, get fucked up, hook up with some random guy, and leave forgetting everything that happened between William and Ryan and what not. I don’t need this love shit anymore, I just want to have fun. The party started at 8, and it was 8:30 as of current. I threw on a red v-neck, black skinnies, and pushup bra. I did a nice silver smoky eye for makeup. My hair was straightened like a mother. Tonight was gonna be a hell of a night.
I drove my self over to the house, which you could already hear from miles away. The music was blaring ridiculously loud, and you could smell the drug paraphernalia epically drowning the minds of those kids. This was definitely the place to be. I parked my car on the sidewalk, all illegally and shit, hoping nobody would be walking their dogs at this time of night. I stumbled into the living room, where there were all sorts of grinding, popping, locking, and dry humping. I stood by the cooler, and grabbed myself a miller light, scanning the room for a familiar face.
“Hey, can you hand me one of those?” I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find a really extremely pretty boy with nice olive skin, brown hair, and brown eyes look up with me. His Italiano-ness was radiating off of his pale flannel shirt. I nodded, bending down and tossing him a can. He smiled, flashing his bright white teeth, practically blinding me. He popped open the drink, and took a long sip. He sighed, finally turning his attention towards me.
“So what are you doing here, sweetheart?” He smirked. I chuckled slyly.
“One, don’t call me sweetheart, I’m not all that nice. Two, I could ask you the same question.” I smiled back, arching an eyebrow.
“Well, I’m here for the booze and girls.” He laughed, taking another sip from his alcohol.
“I’m here for the beer and boys, so we’re on the same page, aren’t we?” I cocked my head to the side, playing my witty card.
“I guess. Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be putting yourselves out there though, I mean, look at your cleavage right now.” He chuckled, pointing down at lowest point in my shirt, about half a centimeter above my bra. I looked down and just smiled back at up him. I leaned on the counter, and stared into his eyes, trying to read him as easily as he reads me.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re not justified to tell me what and what not to do, after all, you’re the one that bet your buddies 20 bucks each that you would get laid tonight.” I smirked, watching surprise wash over his face.
“You’re clever, I like that. I’m Dave.” He said, sticking out a hand.
“Hi Dave, I’m Carolyn.” I stuck out my hand, shaking his loosely.
“It’s a pleasure making new friends.” I spelt the cologne from his chest come off with the wind.
“Hey, I’d drink to that.” I laughed, shrugging.
“Bottoms up, new friend.” The burning sensation of alcohol took over my body until I couldn’t feel anymore.
Dave pulled me into one of the unknown unlocked doors, his lips never leaving my neck. I was so confused, and dizzy, I grabbed onto his hair even tighter. He slammed the door shut, pulling off my shirt, throwing it to the ground, his lips returning on mine, nibbling and sucking. I moaned, holding him against the closet wall, fumbling to undo each button of his shirt, but somehow, finding a way to dispose of his top. I hums had turned into yells at this point, his hands had been pulling tighter and tighter on my hair, just making me want him more. I sucked and bit on the skin of his lips, almost drawing blood. He unlatched my bra, his lips trailing down to my breasts.
Everything from there was just a blur of skin and unknown bodily fluid.
Brendon’s POV
I sat in a tight circle around the fire outside with Natalie, Gabe, Paige, Blake and a few other their friends. They all had their infamous red cups, semi-tipsy. Everybody just kind of sat there, and smoked their pot and such.
From the corner of my eye, I caught Blake and Paige cuddling on their damn log. He kissed her lips, which trailed down to her neck and his hands started wondering. I saw caution wash over her face, and she stopped, and whispered into his ear. He pulled her closer, and pressed his lips down to hers again. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, and giggled against his lips. His fingers, trailed to his waistband, and started making their way below. She rolled her eyes, and pushed him away from her, leaning forwards lighting a joint. He chuckled, taking a sip from his cup.
Natalie and Gabe just sat there.
“You want one?” Gabe asked, offering Natalie a blunt.
“No, its okay.” She said, pushing away his drug paraphernalia.
“You sure?” He asked again with a crooked smile.
“Naw, I’m not really into that sort of thing.” She refused, keeping somewhat of a smile on her face.
“Have you tried it before though?” He asked, as innocently as possible.
“No, but I-“ She stared before he cut her off.
“Then how do you know you won’t like it?” I could see his manipulating eyes sinking into her soul.
“Well, I guess now that you put it that way…” She shrugged, taking the cigar confusedly.
He laughed, took the joint from her, lighting it, and taking one puff at it. He handed it to her, as if he was instructing her how to smoke. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, but she took the cigar, inhaled, and started coughing out her lungs.
“Oh- my- god-“ She spat out between each wheez.
Gabe evilly chuckled, taking the blunt from between her fingertips.
“Its just takes some practice.” He said, taking a hit. Natalie nodded, taking it back from him, attempting to successfully find that high that everybody else seemed to take for granted. She inhaled, held the smoke in for half a second, and exhaled without dying.
“This isn’t too bad.” Natalie smiled, handing the joint back to Gabe.
“Nope.” He chuckled, throwing his arm around her neck, kissing her cheek.
I saw a look of success spring upon her Mexican features, like she had won, when actually, she had lost the game so so terribly.
William’s POV
Know what, it really sucks going to parties alone and shit. I guess everybody had already gotten here, but nobody made plans to meet up which made things really
inconvient. I walked over by a group of kids surrounding Gerard.
“Hey sup man?” I gave Gerard and bro-hug, hoping to make things less awkward.
“Hey bro. Guys this is William.” He said, introducing me to a bunch of emo looking kids.
“Hey, I recognize you.” Some midget ginger spoke up.
“Sure, do you go to Palo?” I asked, not recognizing the girl at all.
“Yeah, I think we a had a few classes together freshmen year or something.” She thought while I tried to think back to freshmen year.
“Hmm, that’s cool that we had classes before.” I politely smiled, dodging eye contact.
“William, are we really having this conversation?” She asked me, disappointed, for whatever reason.
“Yes?” I asked, what the shit is going on?”
“William, we dated sophomore summer for two months, while you were getting over that Paige chick, then you went back to her. I’m Mo? You don’t remember?” Then it all started coming back to me…
“Oh Monica! I didn’t recognized you, I’d always figure you’d get taller and what not, and your hair different. How are you?” She was always one to hold a grudge, I’m sure forgetting.
“The same William. Which girl are you trying to get over now? Since I see you have no arm candy right now, I’m assuming either she’s puking her stomach out in the bathroom, or she’s with some other guy over you.” She smiled, oh things have not changed with that kid.
The summer after freshmen year, me and my current girlfriend, Paige, had gotten into a huge fight situation, and she dumped me, and I had gone after Monica to get back at Paige. It worked, we got back together, but Mo never got over the fact that she would be the victim in this situation.
“You’re good.” I blinked.
“Always have been. Now, where’s your girl now?” She asked, looking around for anybody that looked semi interested in me.
“Well, she dumped me for my best friend, to be quiet honest.” I laughed, matching that same jolly attitude that covered the hate in her heart.
“Oh, that serves you well, to be on the shorter end of the stick.” Mo took a sip from whatever was in her hand, chuckling.
“I suppose.” I shrugged, running my hand through my hair.
“How does it make you feel to not be wanted?” She was definitely enjoying this.
“You know, its almost as bitter as you.” I shot back.
“Ah, I’m sure. I’d just like to see you stay single for more than a month. That’d be quite the sight to see.” Mo looked me up and down, smirking.
“Okay, what is your problem? I haven’t talked to you for how long, and you talk like you know my life.” I said, annoyed. Bitches don’t know nothing.
“Well William, I’ve been talking to your exes lately, such as Caro, and I just felt like you needed a whore to make her jealous and to make you feel better about yourself. So I felt like I should just offer my services to you. To make you seem like less shitty of a person.” Her cold eyes looked into mine, finally getting the message across.
“Oh.” I mumbled.
“I just wanted to let you know that you can’t treat people the way you do. You can’t just use people the way you’ve used all those other girls. I also wanted to let you know that you look like a fucking girl, and get a hair cut.” She lectured, twirling the ends of my hair.
I slapped her hand away from my face, and walked away.
Kyle’s POV
The party was okay so far. I felt obligated to be the one sober kid in the bunch, since I wasn’t exactly here to party, more look after everybody else so they don’t get themselves arrested.
I walked the crowded halls of the Wentz mansion to attempt to find a bathroom of some sort when I passed my favorite couple.
“No seriously, stop it.” Paige pushed Blake away from here, fixing the straps of her tank top.
“Oh common baby, don’t be so mad.” He slurred back, semi-tipsy, wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing his lips back to hers.
“No, get off of me.” She said, pushing him off of her, into the wall behind them.
“Why are you so pissy? I just wanted to have some fun (loljk nate ruess)” He said, grabbing her wrist as she walked away.
“Stop!” She yelled again, trying to walk away as he pulled him back in his arms. He laughed, as he wrapped his fingers around the belt holes in her jeans, restraining her from leaving.
Why could I see this happening?
I walked over to them, pulled them apart, pulled my fist back, and punched Blake square in the nose, knocking him on the ground.
Everybody in that room stopped what they were doing, and just stared. I looked down at my hand, down at the floor, then down at Blake. Oh my god did that just that happen.
Blake laid on the floor, writhing in pain and blood.
I looked over at Paige and she just kind of stood there like everybody else in the room, with their jaw on the floor.
“Hey, you wanna leave?” I whispered to her.
“Sure.” She looked back up at me.
With everybody still staring, and the random kids helping Blake on the ground, we walked over to me car and silently drove.
We got to her house, and I walked into the empty house with her. We plopped down onto the couch, we hadn’t said anything after we got in the car.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” She spoke up, her big brown eyes looked back up at me.
“You don’t need to be sorry about anything, its just a shame that guy was such a douchebag.” I shrugged.
“I really appreciate you being there for me, Kyle. Honestly, I don’t know what I would of done. I’ve heard so many things about him, and I didn’t believe them til tonight. Even before that whole incident, he had said stuff that had worried me, but I don’t know. I’m just really glad that you were there.” She smiled, giving me one of her classic heartthrob (lol remember when briggs got voted campus heartthrob and I almost killed everybody in the world) looks.
“You know, I’m always here for you.” I offered quietly.
She smiled, and we walked over to her kitchen to discuss the party and what had gone down with gossip and shit over coffee.
When midnight rolled around, the conversation started to die down and the coffee got cold.
“I should probably get going…” I said, standing up, grabbing my hoodie from behind me
“Yeah probably, mama Burns may get concerned.” She stated a-matter-of-factly.
She walked me to the door, I opened the door to let in the cool fall air in.
“It’s been fun Castro.” I clicked my tongue.
“It’s definitely been something else.” She smiled, her eyes peeking behind her bright hair.
We kind of just looked at each other for a moment, our smiles speaking some kind of language I couldn’t even understand. I could finally admit there was something more there than just friendship.
I leaned down to her level, and pressed my lips against hers. Nothing but a soft, simple peck.
“Please don’t do this to me.” She whispered against my lips.
I pulled back, and looked back at her. Her face was expressionless, her lips tucked behind her teeth.
“Goodnight, Kyle.” Paige solemnly shut the door, avoiding eye contact.
Or maybe we were just lost in translation.
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It is currently 5:01 and I am listening to ‘Santeria’ on repeat.
I have no idea how I wrote a chapter in this short of time.
Caro.
I hate you.
Get out of my house.
I can’t believe this just happened.
Goddamn.
Honestly there was no proof reading involved at all.
Suck my dick.
Its almost 5.
I love you all.
-Paige
The only thing anybody could talk about was this massive bomb fire down at the Wentz’s mansion, and I frankly was one of those people. Parties are a pretty huge deal here, especially this one. Mid-junior year, shit gets rough. My plan basically was to go there, get fucked up, hook up with some random guy, and leave forgetting everything that happened between William and Ryan and what not. I don’t need this love shit anymore, I just want to have fun. The party started at 8, and it was 8:30 as of current. I threw on a red v-neck, black skinnies, and pushup bra. I did a nice silver smoky eye for makeup. My hair was straightened like a mother. Tonight was gonna be a hell of a night.
I drove my self over to the house, which you could already hear from miles away. The music was blaring ridiculously loud, and you could smell the drug paraphernalia epically drowning the minds of those kids. This was definitely the place to be. I parked my car on the sidewalk, all illegally and shit, hoping nobody would be walking their dogs at this time of night. I stumbled into the living room, where there were all sorts of grinding, popping, locking, and dry humping. I stood by the cooler, and grabbed myself a miller light, scanning the room for a familiar face.
“Hey, can you hand me one of those?” I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find a really extremely pretty boy with nice olive skin, brown hair, and brown eyes look up with me. His Italiano-ness was radiating off of his pale flannel shirt. I nodded, bending down and tossing him a can. He smiled, flashing his bright white teeth, practically blinding me. He popped open the drink, and took a long sip. He sighed, finally turning his attention towards me.
“So what are you doing here, sweetheart?” He smirked. I chuckled slyly.
“One, don’t call me sweetheart, I’m not all that nice. Two, I could ask you the same question.” I smiled back, arching an eyebrow.
“Well, I’m here for the booze and girls.” He laughed, taking another sip from his alcohol.
“I’m here for the beer and boys, so we’re on the same page, aren’t we?” I cocked my head to the side, playing my witty card.
“I guess. Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be putting yourselves out there though, I mean, look at your cleavage right now.” He chuckled, pointing down at lowest point in my shirt, about half a centimeter above my bra. I looked down and just smiled back at up him. I leaned on the counter, and stared into his eyes, trying to read him as easily as he reads me.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re not justified to tell me what and what not to do, after all, you’re the one that bet your buddies 20 bucks each that you would get laid tonight.” I smirked, watching surprise wash over his face.
“You’re clever, I like that. I’m Dave.” He said, sticking out a hand.
“Hi Dave, I’m Carolyn.” I stuck out my hand, shaking his loosely.
“It’s a pleasure making new friends.” I spelt the cologne from his chest come off with the wind.
“Hey, I’d drink to that.” I laughed, shrugging.
“Bottoms up, new friend.” The burning sensation of alcohol took over my body until I couldn’t feel anymore.
Dave pulled me into one of the unknown unlocked doors, his lips never leaving my neck. I was so confused, and dizzy, I grabbed onto his hair even tighter. He slammed the door shut, pulling off my shirt, throwing it to the ground, his lips returning on mine, nibbling and sucking. I moaned, holding him against the closet wall, fumbling to undo each button of his shirt, but somehow, finding a way to dispose of his top. I hums had turned into yells at this point, his hands had been pulling tighter and tighter on my hair, just making me want him more. I sucked and bit on the skin of his lips, almost drawing blood. He unlatched my bra, his lips trailing down to my breasts.
Everything from there was just a blur of skin and unknown bodily fluid.
Brendon’s POV
I sat in a tight circle around the fire outside with Natalie, Gabe, Paige, Blake and a few other their friends. They all had their infamous red cups, semi-tipsy. Everybody just kind of sat there, and smoked their pot and such.
From the corner of my eye, I caught Blake and Paige cuddling on their damn log. He kissed her lips, which trailed down to her neck and his hands started wondering. I saw caution wash over her face, and she stopped, and whispered into his ear. He pulled her closer, and pressed his lips down to hers again. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, and giggled against his lips. His fingers, trailed to his waistband, and started making their way below. She rolled her eyes, and pushed him away from her, leaning forwards lighting a joint. He chuckled, taking a sip from his cup.
Natalie and Gabe just sat there.
“You want one?” Gabe asked, offering Natalie a blunt.
“No, its okay.” She said, pushing away his drug paraphernalia.
“You sure?” He asked again with a crooked smile.
“Naw, I’m not really into that sort of thing.” She refused, keeping somewhat of a smile on her face.
“Have you tried it before though?” He asked, as innocently as possible.
“No, but I-“ She stared before he cut her off.
“Then how do you know you won’t like it?” I could see his manipulating eyes sinking into her soul.
“Well, I guess now that you put it that way…” She shrugged, taking the cigar confusedly.
He laughed, took the joint from her, lighting it, and taking one puff at it. He handed it to her, as if he was instructing her how to smoke. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, but she took the cigar, inhaled, and started coughing out her lungs.
“Oh- my- god-“ She spat out between each wheez.
Gabe evilly chuckled, taking the blunt from between her fingertips.
“Its just takes some practice.” He said, taking a hit. Natalie nodded, taking it back from him, attempting to successfully find that high that everybody else seemed to take for granted. She inhaled, held the smoke in for half a second, and exhaled without dying.
“This isn’t too bad.” Natalie smiled, handing the joint back to Gabe.
“Nope.” He chuckled, throwing his arm around her neck, kissing her cheek.
I saw a look of success spring upon her Mexican features, like she had won, when actually, she had lost the game so so terribly.
William’s POV
Know what, it really sucks going to parties alone and shit. I guess everybody had already gotten here, but nobody made plans to meet up which made things really
inconvient. I walked over by a group of kids surrounding Gerard.
“Hey sup man?” I gave Gerard and bro-hug, hoping to make things less awkward.
“Hey bro. Guys this is William.” He said, introducing me to a bunch of emo looking kids.
“Hey, I recognize you.” Some midget ginger spoke up.
“Sure, do you go to Palo?” I asked, not recognizing the girl at all.
“Yeah, I think we a had a few classes together freshmen year or something.” She thought while I tried to think back to freshmen year.
“Hmm, that’s cool that we had classes before.” I politely smiled, dodging eye contact.
“William, are we really having this conversation?” She asked me, disappointed, for whatever reason.
“Yes?” I asked, what the shit is going on?”
“William, we dated sophomore summer for two months, while you were getting over that Paige chick, then you went back to her. I’m Mo? You don’t remember?” Then it all started coming back to me…
“Oh Monica! I didn’t recognized you, I’d always figure you’d get taller and what not, and your hair different. How are you?” She was always one to hold a grudge, I’m sure forgetting.
“The same William. Which girl are you trying to get over now? Since I see you have no arm candy right now, I’m assuming either she’s puking her stomach out in the bathroom, or she’s with some other guy over you.” She smiled, oh things have not changed with that kid.
The summer after freshmen year, me and my current girlfriend, Paige, had gotten into a huge fight situation, and she dumped me, and I had gone after Monica to get back at Paige. It worked, we got back together, but Mo never got over the fact that she would be the victim in this situation.
“You’re good.” I blinked.
“Always have been. Now, where’s your girl now?” She asked, looking around for anybody that looked semi interested in me.
“Well, she dumped me for my best friend, to be quiet honest.” I laughed, matching that same jolly attitude that covered the hate in her heart.
“Oh, that serves you well, to be on the shorter end of the stick.” Mo took a sip from whatever was in her hand, chuckling.
“I suppose.” I shrugged, running my hand through my hair.
“How does it make you feel to not be wanted?” She was definitely enjoying this.
“You know, its almost as bitter as you.” I shot back.
“Ah, I’m sure. I’d just like to see you stay single for more than a month. That’d be quite the sight to see.” Mo looked me up and down, smirking.
“Okay, what is your problem? I haven’t talked to you for how long, and you talk like you know my life.” I said, annoyed. Bitches don’t know nothing.
“Well William, I’ve been talking to your exes lately, such as Caro, and I just felt like you needed a whore to make her jealous and to make you feel better about yourself. So I felt like I should just offer my services to you. To make you seem like less shitty of a person.” Her cold eyes looked into mine, finally getting the message across.
“Oh.” I mumbled.
“I just wanted to let you know that you can’t treat people the way you do. You can’t just use people the way you’ve used all those other girls. I also wanted to let you know that you look like a fucking girl, and get a hair cut.” She lectured, twirling the ends of my hair.
I slapped her hand away from my face, and walked away.
Kyle’s POV
The party was okay so far. I felt obligated to be the one sober kid in the bunch, since I wasn’t exactly here to party, more look after everybody else so they don’t get themselves arrested.
I walked the crowded halls of the Wentz mansion to attempt to find a bathroom of some sort when I passed my favorite couple.
“No seriously, stop it.” Paige pushed Blake away from here, fixing the straps of her tank top.
“Oh common baby, don’t be so mad.” He slurred back, semi-tipsy, wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing his lips back to hers.
“No, get off of me.” She said, pushing him off of her, into the wall behind them.
“Why are you so pissy? I just wanted to have some fun (loljk nate ruess)” He said, grabbing her wrist as she walked away.
“Stop!” She yelled again, trying to walk away as he pulled him back in his arms. He laughed, as he wrapped his fingers around the belt holes in her jeans, restraining her from leaving.
Why could I see this happening?
I walked over to them, pulled them apart, pulled my fist back, and punched Blake square in the nose, knocking him on the ground.
Everybody in that room stopped what they were doing, and just stared. I looked down at my hand, down at the floor, then down at Blake. Oh my god did that just that happen.
Blake laid on the floor, writhing in pain and blood.
I looked over at Paige and she just kind of stood there like everybody else in the room, with their jaw on the floor.
“Hey, you wanna leave?” I whispered to her.
“Sure.” She looked back up at me.
With everybody still staring, and the random kids helping Blake on the ground, we walked over to me car and silently drove.
We got to her house, and I walked into the empty house with her. We plopped down onto the couch, we hadn’t said anything after we got in the car.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” She spoke up, her big brown eyes looked back up at me.
“You don’t need to be sorry about anything, its just a shame that guy was such a douchebag.” I shrugged.
“I really appreciate you being there for me, Kyle. Honestly, I don’t know what I would of done. I’ve heard so many things about him, and I didn’t believe them til tonight. Even before that whole incident, he had said stuff that had worried me, but I don’t know. I’m just really glad that you were there.” She smiled, giving me one of her classic heartthrob (lol remember when briggs got voted campus heartthrob and I almost killed everybody in the world) looks.
“You know, I’m always here for you.” I offered quietly.
She smiled, and we walked over to her kitchen to discuss the party and what had gone down with gossip and shit over coffee.
When midnight rolled around, the conversation started to die down and the coffee got cold.
“I should probably get going…” I said, standing up, grabbing my hoodie from behind me
“Yeah probably, mama Burns may get concerned.” She stated a-matter-of-factly.
She walked me to the door, I opened the door to let in the cool fall air in.
“It’s been fun Castro.” I clicked my tongue.
“It’s definitely been something else.” She smiled, her eyes peeking behind her bright hair.
We kind of just looked at each other for a moment, our smiles speaking some kind of language I couldn’t even understand. I could finally admit there was something more there than just friendship.
I leaned down to her level, and pressed my lips against hers. Nothing but a soft, simple peck.
“Please don’t do this to me.” She whispered against my lips.
I pulled back, and looked back at her. Her face was expressionless, her lips tucked behind her teeth.
“Goodnight, Kyle.” Paige solemnly shut the door, avoiding eye contact.
Or maybe we were just lost in translation.
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It is currently 5:01 and I am listening to ‘Santeria’ on repeat.
I have no idea how I wrote a chapter in this short of time.
Caro.
I hate you.
Get out of my house.
I can’t believe this just happened.
Goddamn.
Honestly there was no proof reading involved at all.
Suck my dick.
Its almost 5.
I love you all.
-Paige
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