They shake their head no again.
“So, let’s go and have some fun.”
They reluctantly agree.
Yes.I won this round. I’m going to look sexy as fuck on Saturday night.
Cocoa’s hair looks so soft and beautiful. It’s the same color as her skin and eyes, a rich caramel color. In physics class, I could smell the sweet fragrance from her hair. It took a lot of self-control not to bury my face in it and breathe deeply. I saw a few appreciative glances turn her way. I want to fucking hate her so bad, but another part of me just wants her. But I don’t know how not to destroy—it’s in my nature. John ingrained that hate in me, and even though I hate him, it’s still hard to let that learned behavior go.
It’s Saturday night, and I’m getting dressed while dancing around in my room to Beyoncé’s“Freakum Dress”,because I’m definitely wearing my freakum dress that barely covers my ass. My hair is styled in big curls around my face. Of course, I’m wearing my signature red lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, and silver eyeshadow. I opted to wear my glitter mini tube dress since it’s still warm out. The weather hasn’t cooled too much yet since it’s only mid-September. I pair my dress with black strappy stiletto heels with rhinestones.
About forty minutes later, I have the three amigos and our destination is Jake’s party. I’m driving, but Lucy will be our designated driver tonight because I plan to get wasted. After the party, we’re having a little sleepover at my house. Jake lives an hour away, so we should be there around 9:00 p.m. Jake lives in a picturesque neighborhood with the white picket fence and all that. The house he lives in is a good size. Nowhere near as large as the house where Maverick lives though.
Why the fuck would I think about him?
Jake may not be as well off as some of the snobby kids at Montgomery Academy, but no doubt his family has money, too.
Once I find a parking spot, we leave my car.
“Damn, you look hot, hot, hot,” says Jamal as he takes my hand, twirling me around to get a good look at me. I didn’t leave the car when I picked him up, so he didn’t see my complete outfit
I pull my hand from his grasp and do a catwalk to the front door. I look good, and I fucking know it.
I enter the unlocked house first. We follow the music downstairs to the basement. Underage drinking, illegal drugs, and explicit dancing is the name of the game tonight. Jamal looks like he’s in his zone, but Kate and Lucy look petrified. I find Jake and the two boys he was with at the mall. I walk over to them. They’re talking among each other, so don’t notice my approach.
“Hey, Jake.”
He’s speechless for a moment as he looks me up and down, and a slow smile spreads across his face. His friends look dumbstruck as well.
“Hey Cocoa, I’m glad you could make it. You look great.”
“Thank you. What does a girl have to do to get something to drink around here?”
“Follow me, the keg is in the back.”
Jake grabs a solo cup off the table beside the keg and fills it to the brim for me. I empty my cup in a few gulps. Jake’s eyes nearly fall out of their sockets in surprise.
“I want another.”
When he hands me the refilled cup, I grab his hand, leading him to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the room.
I face him, wrapping my left arm around his neck while I hold my drink in my right hand. His hands circle my waist then slide down to grip my ass. I’m not a virgin, and it’s been a long while since I had sex, so maybe I should have a little fun tonight. I’m not looking to be serious with anyone because, once I graduate, I’m leaving this awful town, but fun I can do. He puts his leg between my thighs, so I grind against him. He places a few soft kisses on my neck before kissing my lips.
Dee, Nix, and I are playing pool in my game room. I invited a few members of the in-crowd over for a small get together. Lori and Rebecca are here, but I guess Victoria’s face is still fucked up, so she doesn’t want to be seen.
“Holy shit,” yells Rebecca from the sofa.
I turn towards her as she holds her phone out to Lori.
“I knew she was a slut,” Lori says, gleefully.
“Who?” asks Dee.
“That mutt, Cocoa. She’s over at Jake Donovan’s house dancing on him like she’s a bitch in heat,” says Rebecca.
I walk over, snatching Rebecca’s cell phone from her hand.
“Hey, watch it,” she protests.
