Chapter Seven

"Drey, we're ready." Cole shouted.

"I'm coming." I went down the stairs wearing a black sleeveless thigh-length dress which was skin tight. I put on my makeup and didn't leave without my black heels, purse, and phone. I let my hair flow messily.

"That dress again? You know you have a history with that dress right? It's too attractive on you. Don't even trust me to keep myself from you with that dress." Cole complimented. Yes, a compliment. We have our weird way of doing things.

"Chill. I've got the hang of this. No way's ever happening again." I chuckled. Just then Chess came into the room. She was wearing a white dress which revealed a lot of cleavage.

"Long sleeve? Really?" Cole couldn't agree with the idea of long sleeves at a part

"What? It's my body, not yours." She stuck out her tongue ever so childishly.

"Are you sure you guys don't wanna come along?" I asked Martha and blaze.

"Neh. We're not coming. Blast is coming though." Blaze replied.

"I'm done." This was from Blast and apparently, she wore a skin-tight dress too.

"We're off." Cole said as we walked out to our cars, Ferraris. Yeah, we're pretty much living the life every teenager dreams of:- no parents, parties, and loads of cash. Mine was bright red, Cole's was kind of deep grey sort of, Chess' was yellow, and Blast's was ugh never mind. I'm not good at describing cars. Who cares anyway? As long as it's cute and catches a lot of eyes.

We arrived and the party looked cool enough. The place was full of horny teenagers. Boys whistled at us but yeah we just gave them the 'we aren't interested in assholes' attitude

"What will you have?" The bartender asked.

"I'll have the special cocktail." I said.

"Me too."

"Me too."

"Me too." The rest agreed.

The special cocktail is regular but mixed with alcohol.

"You never told me you had another friend." Chase popped out of nowhere looking at Blast.

"What's her name." Matthew was now beside Blast and checking her out.

"She's-" Chess got cut off.

"I'm Blast Hayson from Ladielle high school." Blast answered.

"You know, you're really pretty." He flirted.

"You guys just don't get it, do you? You can't flirt with us." I replied amused.

"How about a dance girls?" Josh offered as he joined us with Britney.

" Hell nah. Tell me you didn't just bring that bitch here." I said with anger evident in my voice.

"As if this is your party." Britney!

"I'd zip it if I were you." Blast advised.

"Dancing is a good idea." Cole deliberately changed the subject.

"Ha. If only Sean were here." Chess sighed teasingly but that got me so irritated.

"There's nothing between us. It was just a damn kiss for God's sake. I've kissed so many boys so why make a fuss out of this one? He has not called me ever since we came. He's probably filling himself up with as many girls as he can. I'm not against it though. Let me have some fucking peace." I was hysterical at first but soon calmed down.

"I'm sorry but I'm just so nervous and the fi-" I started but Chess covered my mouth with her palm.

"The fireworks are coming on." Chess lied.

"So are we dancing or nah?" Chase asked.

"Yes. Dibs on Chess." Cole said with one of his signature smirks.

"Yeah and there goes my plan to get laid tonight." Chess mumbled.

"Blast, may I have this dance?" Matthew asked placing his hand on her hip.

"Whatever." Blast replied carelessly.

"Looks like it's you and me, baby." Chase smirked.

"What did I tell you about using endearments on me, playboy?" I asked with feigned innocence.

"Just dance Drey". Cole shouted over the music.

"Have fun and remember, no funny business." I warned.

"Come on he's a brother to me. Probably why I won't get any tonight." Chess said grumpily.

"When are we having our piece of fun. We could take it upstairs if you want some privacy." Chase wiggled his eyebrows.

"If you don't want to dance alone, shut it."

"I can never be alone. Girls are always wanting me."

"All girls except me that is."

"Oh. You will fall one day."

"Pride comes before a fall."

"Let's dance already." He whined

"Whatever"

He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck. We were slow dancing till the song changed. He turned me around so he was facing my rear.

"Won't you dance? Or maybe you don't know how to?" He teased me when I didn't dance.

"Oh really? Let the games begin." With this, I started grinding on him. He got a boner. Aware of this piece of information, I grinded more onto him and heard a groan from him mission accomplished!

"You know, I could take you down right now, right here." He said in a raspy voice. This sent shivers down my spine.

"Not a chance."

"Ah, come on."

"Exactly. I'm tired of dancing. Why don't we go back to the bar?"

"Sounds good to me. Drunk girls are easier to deal with."

"Not a chance with me. You never let go of a chance to be a pervert. Do you? Besides, I'm heavyweight."