Falling for the Twisted

Chapter 1

Another Saturday of boredness, with nothing to do on this fine night. Laying on my queen size bed, headphones in my ears and listening to Jason Derulo's song What If. His words filling my ears and mind with his voice and lyrics. Even though I'm not into men, his voice always gets to me, no matter what song it is. Swaying my head back and forth to the beat as I take a deep breath. I look down my body and see my black short shorts with white trimming on the sides and then up and see my black sports bra. My usual sleep wear, I don't share a room so it really doesn't matter. Beep, Beep, Beep. I swipe the notifications bar down and see that my best friend texted me, Jasmine aka my number one hoe. I tap the message so I can view it, once the app opens I see the white bubbled text message.

#1 Hoe - Hey bitch wanna go to a party 2nite? I'll pick you up

Me- Yea sure, let me get ready. Be here in 15

#1 Hoe- I'll be there when I get there dumb dumb

Me- Ok mom

#1 Hoe- Douche

Me- Lol ly

#1 Hoe- Whatevs, hurry up

With that I set my phone down and walk straight to my closet, opening the door and looking at my shirts and outfits that are already prepped for school, meetings, or parties. I look at all the clothes and decided to go with the black leather jacket, a white crop top, ripped skinny jeans and a pair of black and white jordans. I strip the old clothing off of my body and began to put on my party clothes. After I do, I do a little bit of makeup applying light pink blush to my cheeks and dark red lipstick to my lips.

Suddenly I hear footsteps coming up the stairs... that can only be one of three people. Jasmine, who is early and now can help me finish getting ready. My drunk ass mother who is going to ask where I'm going and try to make me stay home. Or the one person I hope never comes in my room, Spike. Spike, my mother's drug dealer boyfriend who always hits on me even though I'm gay. It's sickening, it really is cause when he does he has no shirt on trying to show off the six pack and his biceps. But needless to say no matter how many times I tell him that I am gay he keeps trying. When he does try to hit on me, I walk away or I don't pay attention to him. It normally pisses him off, but I really don't care. My mom can do so much better than him, but ever since... it happened my moms standards have dropped.

"Dude? Come on!" Thank god it's Jazz. "Get in here before my mom hears you!" I whisper yell as she barges in the room. Closing the white painted door behind her as she takes a seat on my lap, checking her hair and makeup before turning to me. "So you ready?" "Yeah, I would be if a fat ass got off me." Narrowing her eyes at me, she slowly gets up and walks to the door again. I grab my phone and we both walk out of the room together. "You love this ass and you know it." I giggled at her very late response as we headed down the stair. Jazz and I are at the door, making sure I have everything, "Jordyn!" I groaned at my name, I turned to face my mother and Spike in the kitchen doorway staring me down. My mother with eye's of pure hatred and anger, Spike with mischievous eye's as his scan my body up and down. "Where d-do you think you're going?" "Out, get over it. You have Poke over there to keep you company." "MY NAME IS SPIKE NOT POKE!" Spike's voice raises over all of ours making Jazz laugh hysterically and me to bow in my performance. "I'll be home on Monday. Bye!" We quickly exited the house and ran to the car.

The blueberry colored Viper is parked in front of my driveway, still running. "Let's go girl." I get in as well as Jazz, she starts to pull away as I put my seat belt on. Music blasting through the speakers as we head to the party, Michael Rivers always has the best parties. He's the richest quarterback in Wood River High. His parents are never home and he has the house to himself all the time, throwing parties every weekend to help everyone wash the pains away and leave for a night. I wish I could live like him, no worries and no parents around? Sounds amazing.