Dangerous - Chapter 8: Bradmins a A*shole
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The sound of alcohol bottles being popped open and pictures being snapped fazes into the blaring background music. A world where freedom surfaces for teens and where no adults are allowed.
Yes, this world is an average teen's party.
Jason proudly looks over the crowd of rubbing bodies, the smell of sweat swimming the air. Coldren had made it to his house while they were decorating, but he had to leave again to pick up Cookie.
He finally walks through the door with Cookie on his arm, his smile as contagious as ever.
"Nice to know you'd finally make it." Jason jokes, taking Coldren's hand in a bro grip. Rolling his eyes, Cookie leaves Coldren's side and makes his way to the punch bowls.
Being under the influence of alcohol, Jason leans in and slurs,
"Hey, does Cookie still think you're cheating?"
"Probably, but I don't think that's why he's like this. He doesn't like parties, I had to force him to go."
"Why?"
"Well, he's been feeling a little down lately so I thought this might cheer hi-" Before he can finish his sentence, Jason interrupts him.
"Oh okay, you have fun with that! I'm going to party a that-a-way!" He lets out a loud woo hoo and makes his way to the other side of the room, where most of the jocks were hanging out. Fortunately, Coldren doesn't think much of it as he smiles and shakes his head in his direction, knowing that his friend was just under the influence.
Natalie had slithered into the party too, self-proclaiming herself as the owner because she has a relationship with Jason. She sits daintily in her chair with two other girls, listening while drinking gin from her red plastic cup. She then gasps as she turns to her boyfriend's direction.
His shirt had disappeared and he's spilling liquor everywhere.
"Oh my god, what is he doing." Natalie seethes, palming her forehead. The two girls sitting next to her notices and tries desperately not to blush.
Maggie, the girl sitting on the right of Natalie questions,
"Hey, that's your boyfriend right?"
Her blonde bombshell hair cascades down her exposed pale midrift, the amber of her eyes trailing down Jason's body.
" I don't know for how long." She irritatedly answers.
"That means he's going to be on the market soon?"
"Maggie stop," Gracen warns. She's Natalie's other good friend. She has brown short hair and green eyes.
"I was just asking."
Natalie rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.
"You ask the same thing to me about all my boyfriends."
As their conversation continues, Jeremy is walking up the house's steps while a few guys and girls on the patio say hi. He ignores them and opens the door, his party spirit crushed by what he sees. He grimaces at the loud music and the smell that emitted from all the busybodies. He could've sworn he saw a girl biting the blouse off another's girl's body. Gonna have to check that out later. Jeremy thinks as he walks from the living room to the hallway. He hasn't really established who's house it is yet, in fact, the dirty flyer his dad had found outside only gave information about where and when the party started.
He grabs a cup of gin off one of the tables and walks up the velvet stair path leading up to bedrooms. It wouldn't be a party without exploring he always told himself. He doesn't know why, but he likes snooping around a compound when everyone else is partying downstairs. It may be a terrible habit, but he usually found pretty interesting stuff.
He walks over to the first door as he takes a long swig of his gin, the influence already taking a toll on him.
When he enters, he sees posters of Spiderman and Black Panther (Ayyyy!) on the walls and a few other pictures of puppies and kittens.
Without another thought, he goes over the bed and sits on it, enjoying the violation of privacy.
If he were to see the owner of this room, he would just smooth talk him into being his friend.
They'll probably be happier then mad that Jeremy had stumbled into their abode.
"Well, look what we have here." Jeremy inquires as he snatches a golden latched crimson book from underneath the pillow.
Jeremy laughs as he looks over the hidden book. This dude got a diary? Ha, p***y.
"Let's have a look at this."
He unclips the golden latch and opens up the lid, looking over strangely cursive writing. The name on the front is written in big bold letters, and with a long devious smile growing on his face, he realizes it's Jason's.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He whispers. Then another thought surfaces in his mind. This is Jason's house? What type of weirdo goes to each person's house to hand out flyers for their OWN party? Hasn't he ever heard of paying someone to do that? Or snap chat? *wink*
He flips over the remainder of the book but stops short when he sees his name written as a header on one of the pages.
"Oh hell no, the asshole has something in here about me?"
He skims through what the teenager had written about him, and in conclusion, it wasn't really the nicest of things to have thought about you.
Annoyed, Jeremy rips out the pages about him one by one, until he settles on another section. This one talks about Bradmin, the school's best acapella singer:
Bradmin: Okay, I'm not one for calling people out, but this dude has to have the worst attitude in all of the earth. He thinks that he can sing so well, but he only jiggles his voice up and down. So what? And the whole thing with him and Lara? Yeah, I know that he cheated on that girl because I heard him and his new bih while I was taking a shower after school. I don't know who to tell about this, but this at least helps me get this off my chest. Bradmin is asshole, but everyone can't seem to see it because they turn a blind eye to "Popular Peeps".
Wait, is this some type of burn book? Jeremy looks over the passage with a new found interest. Who in the hell writes burn books anymore? Does this guy really thinks he's in mean girls or something? He turns the yellow blue-lined page and stops in shock at Natalie's name.
Natalie: It's been like 2 and half days since I've started dating Natalie, and let's just say that I think the devil and satan had a baby.
Jeremy chuckles under his breath as he continues reading the small writing. He had to admit that was pretty funny.
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