Every rose has its thorn..
Grace Clayton, was beautiful.. dangerous but beautiful. She fit the definition as 'Circean' perfectly; "a Dangerously or irresistibly fascinating women". She had soul set out for danger, and was constantly looking f...
I took another hit from the joint, opened my arms and started to spin around. Hell I don't remember where the fuck I am or how I got here but right now I'm the happiest girl on the earth. My thoughts, and spinning was interrupted when someone knocked into me. " Ow fuck.." I said from the ground that I now dizzily sat on.
"Oh shit I'm sorry" I hear as someone lifted me too my feet. When I looked up the world was still spinning but I could make out the figure of a boy, with dirty brown hair and blurry green eyes....Damn he's hot I giggled to myself.
The world eventually got its shit together and stopped spinning so i could better see this hot thang. Wait... did I just say 'Thang'...? Ew Grace,ew.
"Um hey..are you uh,Are you okay?" A deep voice asked.
" Yeah I'm fine.." I said looking around trying to figure out where the hell I was. People where everywhere, the dim pink lights burned my eyes. and the blaring music hurts my ears...Great I'm at some party.
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I turned to the guy with the sandy hair. 'Yeah um..where am I exactly? I Said , taking another hit from the dying joint. "You're at a frat party.." He chuckled "What grade are you in by the way" the boy asked with a confused look. A fucking college party? How the hell did I get here? I snapped out of my thoughts and turned my attention to the guy, who now I presume is a college boy. " Um I'm a junior"
ya a junior in high school! Grace what the hell are you doing you're 16!
Shud'up self conscious I thought I turned you off in like the 8th grade!
I looked over to the college boy " You?" I questioned
.. time to find out what I'm dealing with here
" I'm a senior, gotta name Ms. Junior?"
A FUCKING SENIOR THAT MAKES HIM LIKE 22 GRACE, GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!!
I scoffed " Ya doesn't everybody?" Trying to come up with a idea to ditch this dude.
he looked shocked at my answer. " Uh ya.. but um what's yours?" he said nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
I sighed in defeat " Its Grace, now are we done here I need another joint." I tossed the burnt end onto the ground and started to walk away not waiting for a answer.
"Wait" He said, I turned around "I have a joint in my pocket, we could go upstairs and smoke it if you want"
I thought it over... free weed and the chances of getting a involuntary grouping from mister college boy orrr lay on the couch and probably be creepily hit on with no weed hmm what to do what to d-
"Okay!" I said in a childish excitement, I mean why the hell not, hes hot and has weed... what could go wrong?
He smiled and nodded his head towards the stairs." Come he said while grabbing my hand, dragging me towards the stairs.
