A place full of pill poppers and drama filled teenagers, she was the breath of fresh air that he needed. And he was the stain in her squeaky clean life. Her own personal euphoria.
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
Charity was sick of being left behind by her friends.
She had spent over an hour searching through the wild party goers for her friends and couldn't spot not one of them. She had asked around but people either didn't know or didn't care, shooing her away from them with drunken looks.
Charity didn't understand how she could have been dragged to the party and somehow forgotten about. She didn't really want to be there anyways but she tagged along because it was the end of the summer and it was the suppose to be the best party that Nate and McKay had ever thrown.
Or so Maddy said while she was begging her to get ready over the phone through a FaceTime call. Charity had looked at the girl's excited eyes and couldn't say no to her friends. So she said yes and hung up the phone letting out a huff of air as she stood in front of her closet.
She didn't like to wear many clothes. Finding that she liked the comfort of her sweats and oversized jackets and sneakers. But she knew that Maddy and Cassie would yell at her and then she would have to turn around and find clothes they approved of.
