Not Possible

Chapter Twelve: The Blowout Bash (2)

"I wasn't saying that at all." Brad argued, finally regaining proper speech vocals. "I was probably trying to compliment how gorgeous she looked." A small blush crept onto my cheek as I whispered out a thank you, exiting the house as they followed behind. Brad wasn't finished with Kenner though.

"And why'd you have to bring the father of our country into it?"

"Just be quiet, Brad." Kenner commanded. Brad snarled at her menacingly, then hopped into the driver's seat of his black SUV  and drove us off. Mom will surely get under my skin for leaving before she even gave her final decision on whether I was allowed to go or not.

I'll be a bad girl for just one night and face the consequences tomorrow.

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Daniel~

You are pathetic, Cord. You have guests out there to tend to and you're wasting your night away because of some bad news. My mind was going off on me. They say that you can be your own enemy and my brain has proven that to be 100% correct. I locked myself in my father's headquarters. He normally came in here when he needed to clear his thoughts. I figured that in here would do the same magic on me. Boy, was I wrong? I was watching the four walls watch me. If I didn't know better, I'd think they were laughing at me as well. That's crazy talk.

"Hey Danny Parky." A nasally voice echoed through the room and I swiveled my chair around to spot a slim girl in a long, white dress with bleach blonde hair and red lipstick.

"Hey. Marilyn Monroe." I greeted. I was shocked. Not by the girl of course. She was unimportant. But I thought I locked the door. Plus, the wooden flooring always made a long creaking sound. I'm surprised I didn't hear a thing. These thoughts were definitely clouding my senses.

The girl walked towards the desk I was sitting behind with a sly grin planted on her red lips. "What are you doing here by your lonesome?" Monroe asked and I shrugged.

"Have you ever been in a confusing situation?" She wouldn't be able to answer my question. She looked like a whore. They wouldn't know of a confusing situation. Their main objective in life was to find a guy for every day of the week. How confusing could that possibly be? I knew for a fact that she never went through a problem like mines.

She replied blankly, "No I haven't." Didn't I tell you she was useless. She decided to explain herself as if I asked her to in the first place. "But that's only because I listen to whatever my heart tells me without any regrets." She had a point there. When you follow your intuition, you don't really regret what you've done because your guts told you to do it and sometimes, the odds are in your favor.

Currently, my guts were telling me to pursue after Emily. To make her become mine. I'm apprehensive on this whole thing. I can't really decipher if what I'm feeling is...like towards her. But every minute I spend with her makes me feel certain about myself. About her. About us being together. She's the girl I've been waiting for. I know this for a fact. She's the girl I will have to run after and keep in mind that I'm very athletic.

Emily Giddings, you might not know it yet, but you will be mines.

My little daze was halted by small kisses trailing up my jawline and soon against my lips. Marilyn Monroe planted herself in front of me, attempting to make things escalate quickly, but guess who wasn't having it. Me. I was not going to sit here and kiss this girl when I have a woman to hunt down. My woman. So I removed my lips from hers as she uttered a small groan. I couldn't give a damn if she was dissatisfied with the removal of my lips. She wasn't allowed to have them.

We exited the room and into the party. The music was booming and everyone sounded like they were having a great time. I don't want to brag--actually yes I do. My party was a big success! Never in my life have I seen so many people gathered under one roof! Some faces I couldn't recall. They had to be people from other schools. My bash must've reached every school in the city. Man, I outdid myself this time! I feel like the king of everything.