I looked in the full length mirror, watching as the red top I wore clung tightly to my upper half. My jeans were a bit bigger than the average.
As kids we all had that perfect future planned out in our heads. Having the supermodel body, tall, flawless skin, but things really didn't go as planned for some of us while others got the future they always dreamed of.
I was merely 190 pounds yet people were already on my neck for it.
Moving from Georgia to a small town 6 months ago wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I attend a public school,Greenwood High, and I made two friends during my first week at school and after 6 months, you could call us best friends.
I applied a little makeup and after a few tries I tamed and styled my curls, taming my curls was never easy. Like they say "The fro can never be tamed."
Putting on my black heeled boots,I decided I looked good enough. For the night that is.
My brother, Bryson, decided to take my friends and I to this party after a lot of bribing and begging from my side.
Bryson's older than me with 3 years. I'm 16 and he's 19 this year, and in his second year in college and the captain of his school basketball team. Bryson is a tall muscular guy with beautiful dark skin like me too. He has a few tattoos running down his arms and full hair that was braided into cornrows by yours truly.
While I was anxiety riddled and a shadow of myself, Bryson was confident and could stand for himself.
And I was a shy 16 year old, who had trouble being social. That was the main reason why I was invisible to everyone in school except my tiny group of friends. People kissed the ground he walked on.
While I'd probably kiss the ground they walk on. We really are complete opposites.
Hearing a knock on my door made me snap out of the daydream I was in. My brother puts his head through the door, looks around my room for a few seconds before his eyes meet mine by the vanity, about finishing off my edges.
"Hey Ri, are you done yet? Natasha and Jackson are downstairs already." he says while looking at me from my head to my toes to make sure I wasn't wearing something inappropriate.
*Like I had the confidence for that. Ha! Jokes on him.*
"Give me a few minutes." I replied, smiling brightly at him.
He rolled his eyes and smiled also at my giddiness, immediately he shut the door. I decided to give myself a 5 minutes pep talk about being confident tonight.
*Okay Iris you can do this, you're gonna go to the party, get drunk like a normal teenager would and have an awesome night, maybe even find a guy to make out with.*
Finally putting on my big girl panties and going downstairs. I heard a horn honking crazily outside and I figured Bryson was probably fed up. I smiled, grabbing my phone and darting towards the door.
I opened the car door and got in, immediately seeing Natasha at the front seat and Jackson sitting at the back.
"Hey, girlie." Tasha said while reapplying her makeup.
I responded with a light laugh while shaking my head at her attempt to fix her hair with the way Bryson was driving.
Tasha is a ginger haired girl with slight freckles scattered from cheek to cheek. She is also a junior like me. Natasha is a tall girl, with a model like body I would kill for. Tonight she was putting on a pink tight top, a short leather skirt and heeled boots like me too, which made her taller than she already is.
"Hey, my little Groot." Jackson said while poking my ribs.
"You little shit, I hate it when you do that." I grumbled while caressing my fragile ribs with a pout on my lips.
"Awwnn, my baby's finally breaking her party virginity." Jackson cooed.
"Fuck you Jay, really." I narrowed my eyes on him.
"You ready to get drunk and maybe snatch a cutie and finally get on tonight?" Tasha asked while smirking at me.
She was doing this on purpose, really, because Bryson was right in the car with us.
"She's not getting "on" with anyone tonight Natasha." Bryson answered sternly before I could even reply to her.
After a few minutes in awkward silence, Bryson finally parks in front of a really huge house and I swear I audibly gulped at the amount of people pooling around the building due to overcrowding.
"Alright, I want you to stay by Jackson's side tonight Iris, since he's the only reasonable one." Bryson ordered while slightly glaring at Natasha who looked eager to bolt out of the car and get on the groove any minute from now.
"And if you eventually lose Jackson, which won't happen, I want you to call me and I'll come get you okay?" He asked, more like ordered.
Rolling my eyes, I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Got it dude, I love you." I replied while saluting to him, which he chuckled at because my fat self still hasn't learnt how to salute properly.
"Love you too, Ri." He said.
Tasha and Jackson both laughed at my silliness and we all got down.
Walking towards the house my anxiety started nagging at my chest as I got closer to the huge doors filled up with teenagers making out, smoking while others were puking at the cute yard with flowers trimmed and arranged neatly.
*Poor flowers.*
"It's okay." Natasha said from beside me, before she grabbed my hands and led me inside.
The inside was completely packed with dozens of drunk and sweaty teens and college students. The strong stench of alcohol hit my nostrils and loud music blasted through the entire house and I swear I could feel the floor booming too.
Natasha led me to what looked like a kitchen filled with alcohol and punch, seriously who keeps punch at a crazy teenage party.
"I'll take the punch Tasha." I said when she brought out two bottles of alcohol.
She just ignored me and poured the alcohol into a red Solo cup, she stretched her hand towards me, but I shook my head at her, until she sighed and added a bit of the punch into the alcohol.
Taking it from her stretched hand I bring the cup to my nose and sniff it a little.
"Smells like shit ." I say while scrunching my face up.
Tasha laughed while sipping hers straight from the bottle.
"Pussy." She said while smiling.
"Fuck off." I reply while taking little sips of the smelling thing.
*Ew.*
"I'll be right back babe, Luke's here." She says while smiling sweetly.
Tasha has been with Luke even before we moved here. Luke's a dark haired boy, he's a senior and he's 17, turning 18 this year from what Tasha said.
Jackson's a senior also but he's 18 already, while I'm 16 and a junior, with Tasha being 17 and a junior like me too, although we are both taking a few Ap classes.
With a few tattoos running down his arms like Bryson, except he had a piercing in his left eyebrow.
I watched her as she walked to him, swaying her hips a little, she finally reached him and he grabbed her by the waist and gave her a deep kiss, ignoring everyone else around them.
He finally released her and dragged her upstairs. She turned back and gave me a sly smile and wink.
I laughed and shook my head.
Turning around and looking at my surroundings, a song I liked started playing,I smiled slightly and bopped my head to the beat.
I began to feel myself loosening up and eventually I'm done with two bottles of the alcohol. I started singing and dancing to the music playing from the speakers.
I went to the middle of the dance floor and started dancing and wiggling while shouting and singing as loud as I could.
After dancing, with a few drops of sweat plastered on my forehead. I felt a hard body come behind mine, slowly grinding into my butt. Slightly drunk from the excess alcohol, I giggle and grind back into the guy.
"Wanna get out of here?" A deep voice whispers into my ear while still holding onto my waist and grinding into me.
I finally turned around and was gazing into the light blue eyes of a blonde guy. He was tall, I'd give him that, and he looked like I'd seen him somewhere around at school.
I wasn't even given the chance to reply him and he was already pulling me out of the dance floor.
Giggling as the tall stranger leads me through a door into this really large and wide balcony. "Hey mister, I didn't even get to say yes yet...... you have no right dragging me up here without a yes chicken poop." I say with a slight slur to my words, I couldn't even get what I was saying because I was hiccuping so bad. *I need water.* The tall stranger, who still hasn't told me his name, backs me into the wall without replying me. I gasp "Rude." I say with a pout. *I really need water.* He begins to lay kisses on my neck and face, but I pay no attention to him, rather to the dark silhouette sitting on a chair at the other end of the balcony. He wasn't paying any attention to us though. He kept looking forward with a blank face. I could only see his side view, since he was putting on a hoodie, he had a blunt in his hand and it was marijuana becaus
Having a major hangover on a Saturday morning, really wasn't what I planned for. I woke up with a migraine and trying to put off my alarm was another great task, I mean it's Saturday for crap sake. I walk to my closet and grab an outfit before stripping out of my clothes and taking a shower. I didn't even bother looking into the mirror because sometimes I couldn't stand seeing myself in the mirror. We weren't rich, no but we weren't poor either, ever since mum died things have been hard for Bryson and I. And my uncle,Tyson,was working hard enough for the three of us, he owns a small family restaurant downtown called Tyson's, and that's where I was headed to. I tied a cute little scarf around my puffy hair. After applying a little makeup I was ready to go. &
He nodded his head slowly like he was confused before answering my question. "I'm fine," He replied. I had to bite my lips to stop me from making any embarrassing sound because of the sound of his voice which was deep and demanding. He dragged his eyes slowly from my eyes to my lips where I was still biting it then back to my eyes with his own eyes which were swirling with an emotion I knew I had in my eyes too. I cleared my throat and face forward shuffling in my seat a little. I sneaked a look at him and caught his eyes again, he let out a deep chuckle before running his hands hair. The bell shook me from my daydreaming and I hurriedly put my books in my bag while scrambling out of the class. ******* Lunch time came and I hurriedly went to the cafeteria and immediately I saw Tasha and Jackson sitting
"Are you okay?" He asked me. "Yeah, I'm okay, just a little bump here" I say pointing to the little bump forming on my forehead. Ignoring me, he hitched me up in his arms, making me squeal in embarrassment and began the walk to the school infirmary. The other students shuffled in fear when he approached them, their eyes wide open in terror. I wasn't even limping, it was just a bump on my head. "Put me down" I deadpanned. But he ignores me again. What? Walking into the infirmary we see a nurse in there sitting behind a desk, she gives the both of us a bright smile. I guess she wasn't afraid of Luca. She looks like she was in her early forties and had that motherly kindness and smile to her "What happened here?" She says with a small smile after she sees me returning her earlier kind smile,while gesturing at me to sit down on the bed at
The bell rang and we cleared our mess, before heading inside with Luca still insisting on carrying my backpack. I hear a ding from my phone notifying me that there was a message. Looking at it I see that it's from Tasha. "Hey girlie, Luke and I skipped school, which means I can't drop you off today, I'm so sorry Ri. I promise to make it up to you with starburst. X" And once again I was walking home. Releasing a big sigh with a small frown on my face. Luca tilts my chin up with his fingers. "What's wrong?" He questioned. Although it sounded more like a demand than a question. "It's nothing," I replied with a laugh. "Tasha isn't going to be able to drop me off today so I'm going to have to walk home. I'm just being silly" I explained. "It's fine, I kinda expected it. I mean she's not like my driver or anything, she also has places to go to" I say with a small nervou
IRIS pov Waking up the next morning with a smile on my face, i take a shower and put on a big white T-shirt with a pair of black leather trousers and black heeled boots. I apply my usual makeup and style my hair, putting on a Spritz of perfume before grabbing my backpack and rushing downstairs. Seeing Bryson in the kitchen, with a cup of coffee in his hand and a plate of waffles beside him. I greet him a good morning with a huge smile, feeling completely energetic today. Sitting down and about to stuff a waffle with syrup on it in my mouth, I hear a "why's Luca outside our house?" from Bryson. Rushing to stand up, I walk to the kitchen to see Luca standing beside his car and looking smexy. Glancing at my phone, I realised I missed a message from him saying he was picking me up today, 5 minutes ago. Forgetting breakfast, I grabbed my lunchbag
The bell rang and we cleared our mess, before heading inside with Luca still insisting on carrying my backpack. I hear a ding from my phone notifying me that there was a message. Looking at it I see that it's from Tasha. "Hey girlie, Luke and I skipped school, which means I can't drop you off today, I'm so sorry Ri. I promise to make it up to you with starburst. X" And once again I was walking home. Releasing a big sigh with a small frown on my face. Luca tilts my chin up with his fingers. "What's wrong?" He questioned. Although it sounded more like a demand than a question. "It's nothing," I replied with a laugh. "Tasha isn't going to be able to drop me off today so I'm going to have to walk home. I'm just being silly" I explained. "It's fine, I kinda expected it. I mean she's not like my driver or anything, she also has places to go to" I say with a small nervou
LUCA's pov Speeding off, I realised how much I liked this girl. She was an addiction, the feeling of them kissing was better and more rewarding than any nicotine. This was the best type of addiction. But like all addictions, he needed more. Driving,I reached home and got out. I had my own apartment, moving out of that shithole I called a home was one of the biggest steps in my life. Luke and Emerald still stayed with their mum at the house. I loved my siblings but I couldn't bear staying at that house anymore, putting in my best at things but still feeling like shit due to the lack of appreciation from my absentee father. My life back in Norway was pretty great. Until certain changes came along. Walking into my room, I changed into some shorts and a T-shirt before grabbing a book from my shelf and started reading.