HIGH I[THE ORIENTATION PARTY]
1181 Words
The sun peeked through the curtains and shone on my face, hitting me with warmth and comfort.
I turned in my bed; I wasn't ready for this day, but it was supposed to be my day.
Celebration of the new students and also the celebration of our last year in high school.
I sat up and checked the time on my phone.
8:46 am with a missed call from my dad.
Great, just great!
How bad could this day be? I grumbled words I didn't even know the meaning of as I got off the bed before Sara would come meet me on the bed.
"Jordan, open uupppppp." She yelled from outside.
“Speak of the devil and she arrives," I muttered as I went to get the door.
Alexander's space was empty; I hardly saw him around, so it didn't feel like a huge deal.
“I got you clothes from the school boutique." She stood with hands on her waist and, of course, gum in her mouth.
The school had a boutique??
“I have clothes," I muttered sleepily.
“I was talking about real clothes," she slurred.
I walked to the mirror, and staring back at me was a big-eyed brown-eyed bigfoot.
“Seems like someone didn't have a good night's rest," Sara sang.
“Oh please." I raised a hand as I walked into the bathroom.
I quickly took off my clothes and dumped them in the washer.
“Girll… When was the last time you had a cleanup?" Sara yelled from the room.
“Ummm… Never?” I replied back.
“Be fast, ok… It begins at 9," she said.
I muttered a yes and got under the shower, standing with my head raised; last night flashed across my eyes like lightning.
“Like action…” His voice echoed in my head.
“f**k you, Xander," I murmured.
He was messing with my head, and that's one thing I won't let happen to me.
But I just couldn't get his voice off my head.
"All you do is glare and throw words… Jordan's eyes on me." It echoed like an unwanted disaster.
My fingers traced my body slowly, reaching my hips and going round to my butt.
“Jordannnn!” Sara's voice jerked me out of my reverie.
“Give me a sec, will you?” I shouted, my voice rough like smoke.
I quickly rounded off my bath and went outside.
She had prepared everything I needed from clothes to shoes.
"Girls wear gowns here, princess." Sara bowed. I ignored her and sat at the mirror trying to brush my hair.
"Here, let me help you." She whispered.
“You seem pissed; is everything all right?" She muttered, and I nodded.
“All good, thanks."
Silence.
“So today, after the orientation class is fully one and not like the free times we have, so I heard," I said.
“Yeahhh… We're fully going to be stressed and drained out except well…”
“Except what?”
“Some students skip class, and the board doesn't care." She shrugs.
"Of course they shouldn't, if anything happens? Y'all parents sort it out with money and stuff." I shrugged back.
She hugged and sighed.
“I’m exhausted." We both said it at the same time and burst into laughter.
"So how do you want your hair to be?...Wavy, curly…" She winked.
"Anything," I chuckled, and she shook her head in fake pity, snorting.
By 9:00am Sara had done my hair, and I had put on the gown with my boots and a handbag.
Of course, she forced me to do makeup.
I stood at the mirror and didn't even notice I had my mouth hanging.
Sara stood smirking at me. I didn't recognize myself. Is this what Taor and Tyler felt like with such clothes on?
I turned around some more to catch a glimpse of every inch of my body. Was this me????
“C’mon… We're going to be late, and yes, that is you," Sara laughed.
She took my hands as we stepped out.
She was probably wondering why I stared at myself in the mirror like that. I never had such clothes...not since Mom was pronounced dead.
We strutted across the school, taking a completely different route I had never even seen before.
“First of all, are there still places I haven't seen in this school?" I grumbled, and she nodded.
“Alsoo… Where's the party holding up?” I asked.
“At the A's…They chose it," she replied.
“Oh great, so great!” I sarcastically said.
Why couldn't we use the hall? It's much better."
“Well… Apparently the A's lounge is much cooler, so yeah," she said.
We took a different route from the one Rachel and I took last time.
As we got closer, the bass of music hit my ears.
“Must be crazy in there." I muttered.
“Of course it is." She laughed.
We got to the lounge, and hellll!!!
Students dressed in black and white, the exact dress code, and Sara had done a great job on picking my white gown.
We stood at a corner observing students our age already getting into the life, drinking, smoking, and rocking the hell out of each other.
"The designer must be a hot fuck." I yelled over the music, and Sara laughed out loud, taking a drink from the tray passing round.
I stared around at the designs; the school had the best decors. The LED RGB lights made the view even better, and the string fairy lights illuminated the place. People took pictures, and even better?
The pool!
There was a f*****g pool...I yelled mentally and laughed out loud. Suddenly a chill wind blew. I looked at the sky, and it didn't seem like it was going to rain anytime soon. I suddenly felt eyes on me, but even as I turned around, I couldn't find anyone staring at me.
¶¶¶¶ALEXANDER'S POV¶¶¶¶
I sat at the snooker table, legs crossed and a smoke in my mouth, with my gaze fully focused on the white angel who just walked into a world of demise and unknown storage.
She walked with Sara, giggling and laughing at whatever they were discussing.
I could see her legs form where I was seated, clean, long, and weightless. Moving it around like some gliding god.
Her ass??
Rounded, and the gown did no help in hiding it.
My mind went back to last night the way my body glowed with heat from her f*****g moan. All my years of being with so many bitches, I had never heard a sound like that.
Her n*****s shooting at me like a growing plant, poking through the fabric begging to be touched.
The way her neck followed like she was being controlled, the one I almost lost last night as my d**k jerked awake.
She was sent to destroy me and I was going to let it happen.
Either I get destroyed or she goes with me.
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