The Boy's Favorite Girls

I Said No!

"Grace no!" I yelled at my best friend.

"Abs yes!" She yelled back.

I sigh. She can't make me go to this party. There's no f*****g way. I mean she can't, can she?

"If you don't come willingly I'll drag you by your hair, and you know I will."

Ugh she will. "Fine," I groaned.

She smirked and threw a blue, off the shoulder dress at me.I went and tried it on. It was tight at the top with a lacy high, low bottom.I have to say that it's cute, but I'd never tell Grace that.

"Let's go Grace! You don't want to be late to this precious party do you?" I yelled sarcastically.

"Let's go!"

When we got to the party, I headed straight to the bar and drank a lot of alcohol. Then, everything was a blur. I tried to find Grace, but she was no where to be found.

"Hey pretty girl. You should come play with us." Some random hot boy said.

I nodded thinking, well I don't actually know what I was thinking.

When we got there, there was a circle of people around a beer bottle. I sat down and when it was my turn, there was a hot boy that I had to kiss. When our lips touched, there was an applause and the boy whispered in my ear, "Let's go upstairs baby,"

I once again nodded. We drank a little more, and I don't remember what happened after that.

The next day, I woke up with a massive headache. f**k! What happened?

I open my eyes and I am in a room that I don't recognize. Clothes are scattered all over the floor, including mine.

Oh s**t. What did I do!? I rush around and get my clothes on and run back downstairs, out the front door, all the way back to my house.

I don't have to worry about getting caught. My parents died in a car crash last year. I inherited the house and the money they had.

I run up to my room, and I check my phone. 28 missed calls. 53 messages. All from Grace. Damn girl! I replied and said I was fine. I didn't say anything else.