Chapter Twenty two.

She was a good kisser.

Emerald Smith, making out with Sasha Pierson, the perfect cinematography to any lesbian porn video ever shot. The crowd that swelled up the boundary around these two begun to cheer triumphantly as the make out session ensued. Sasha's hands slowly lifted the hem of Emerald's shirt , exposing the butterfly tattoo carved on her lower back. Zac and I share cunning winks as he saluted me with his tumbler cup filled with booze.

This was the perfect way to end the week. By throwing an unruly party down at Tyson's house on a Friday night. Sure I'm not really supposed to be here under the grounds of me being grounded but did you expect me to not break that frivolous rule? I needed to blow off some steam and everything about this rave seemed to provide the antidote for my aching head.

" Take your tops off!" Ian Monroe yells amidst the boisterous chattering and booming music.

" And bras!" His friend , Michael Reeds , chimed with just as much zeal as Ian.

Just when thi