The Good Girls Bad Boy| 5

Michelle's POV

"You look good, you smell good, nothing to worry about," Sasha exclaimed as she eyed my outfit in awe. I rolled my eyes and tugged down at my dress as it suffocated me with its pure heat. "You look smoking hot, babe." Kayla piped in as she grabbed my lipstick off the vanity and swiped it across her lips.

"Can't believe I'm going to a party just to avoid Tristan's confession to having feelings for me. Does that make me a bad person?" I inquired, pivoting on my heels to face Sasha, who shook her head vigorously.

"Hell yes you are, I've seen the way Tristan looks at you and for some reason you just don't want to give him a chance now do you? You want wild, you want to live on the edge!" She exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes, ignoring her.

"So. . ." Sasha trailed off. I know she's gonna ask about Mason, of course she is. "Go ahead." I groaned in annoyance as I flopped down onto my bed and reached for my phone, sitting on my bed.

"So is he hot? What's he like? Does he have a girlfriend? Did he–" she whispered as she moved closer to me, her eyes flickering around the room as if Mason himself would appear any second now, "-- did he kill someone yet?" She asked, her voice dropping low.

"Take a chill pill, Sasha, he's hot for sure, and I don't know if he has a girlfriend and no he hasn't killed anyone yet. . ."

"Yet. . ." Kayla scoffed as she spun on her heels and turned to face us. "He'll kill you with that attitude for sure." She smiled sweetly as she grabbed her bag off my vanity and sashayed out of my room.

"Come on, let's go. This party isn't gonna last all night. Well, I mean it would but you know what I mean!" Sasha babbled as she linked our hands together and tugged me out of the room and down the stairs.

We stumbled out of the house and made our way into the car.

"Sasha you got the vodka?" Kayla asked as she leaned over the back seat, her body hanging halfway in the front and back. "I got Malibu." She mumbled.

"Good." Kayla chirped as she grabbed the bottle from Sasha's grip and didn't waste a moment to fly the cap off and take a swig. She scrunched up her face in what seemed to be disgust before she screamed excitedly. "Tonight is gonna be lit!"

Kayla leaned forward and flicked the radio on.

Gangsta by Kehlani blared through the speakers and I smirked as I leaned back in my seat.

"I need a gangsta to love me better!" We all blared out in unison. "I'm f*cked up, I'm black and blue, I'm built for it, all the abuse, I got secrets that nobody, nobody, nobody knows!"

I loved this song, but at the same time, I despised it. I despised it because it reminded me that deep down my thoughts were dark, impure. I never was and never will be the good girl everyone thought I was.

I am screwed up. . .

I want things that no teenager wants, something that isn't normal.

To me, life without risk and adventures was boring and simple. I liked to live on the edge, but every time I did someone was bound to get hurt in the process. And that someone paid the consequences for my actions.

I just wish I could keep the darkness at bay.

Until I figure out how to control it.

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We pulled up on the side of the road and gazed up at the massive cream coloured house filled with a bunch of horny teenagers. I'm already second-guessing but there's no backing down now, I got myself into this mess and I can't get out.

"Come on, let's go!" Kayla squealed as she unbuckled her seat belt and flew out of the car.

I turned off the ignition and slipped out of the car before slamming the door shut behind me and following in suit behind Kayla and Sasha as they made their way to the front door.

"Ladies!" Ronald slurred as the door flew open. He leaned against the door frame and smirked, "welcome!" He whisper yelled. He invited us in and we slipped inside.

As soon as we stepped inside my eyes found its way onto the dance floor and then the couch sitting in the far corner of the room. Mason was perched up onto it, a mysterious girl on his thighs, their hands tugging through each other's hair as they made out with each other's faces.

"Hey, babe!" Damien shouted over the loud music as he slid towards my side. He wrapped a hand around my waist and tugged me beside him.

"Get your hands off me, Damien." I snapped as I snatched his hand off of me and hightailed towards the kitchen where Sasha and Kayla disappeared too.

"You didn't say that Friday." He whispered into my ear, his hands finding my waist once again as he pulled me flush against his front. I groaned in disgust and snatched his hands off of me once again.

"Friday--"I muttered through gritted teeth as shoved him away from me. I spun on my heels and leaned into his ear this time, my teeth still gritted in anger "--was a mistake. We shouldn't have done that, and I would love it if you kept the details to yourself."

He arched his brows and smirked, "if you want to keep it a secret then. . ." He trailed off as he turned towards the living room filled with dancing bodies. "You owe me a dance–" he mumbled as he dipped his head beside my ear, "- a dirty one."

Before I could reject his request, a pair of small hands wrapped tightly around my forearm before I was pulled to the side, my previous position now taken by Kayla as she growled in anger. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Just enjoying someone else's company. Someone who doesn't enjoy others guys own." He exclaimed nonchalantly.

"What the hell does that even mean!?"

"Don't worry about it." He spat before pivoting on his heels and hightailing out of the kitchen. Kayla marched after him, a string of curse words escaping her lips as she rushed out of the kitchen.

I shook my head softly and spun on my heels before making my way towards Sasha, "Hey, want a drink?!" She asked as she grabbed a bottle of vodka from the table and popped the cap off.

She poured some into a cup, but I grabbed the bottle from her grasp and took a swig from it, smirking as she eyed me peculiarly.

"LET'S PARTY!"