~De-crowning The Kings~

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   ~© 2021 Shmittylove_~

"Please, you have to come. Do it for me?" I beg Amy.

"I don't know..." Amy trails off.

I fake a sigh and flop on my bed full of clothes.

The party at Jake's place starts ten—but who arrives to a wild highschool party on time anyway?

Phoenix.

He does.

And he wants me to be ready by nine-thirty sharp—the time he is picking me up.

"Why did you agree to go to the party anyway?" My best friend questions joining my current position.

I don't know.

Maybe it's because Phoenix and I are sorta deal dating.

"Because, imagine how it would've looked if I said no to one crazy night." I answer truthfully.

Truthfully.

Amy sighs and smacks me on the forehead with the back of her hand. "It takes one crazy night to fall pregnant, or get hooked on drugs, or get robbed, or—."

I dump all the clothes that were on the bed, onto Amy's face. Making her words come out all muffled.

"Urrroo—."

"What?" I ask innocently removing the clothes off her.

"Fuck you."

I giggle and hold back a grin.

"What?" Amy asks annoyed.

Well she tries to seem annoyed but I've know her for six years. And I can read her like an open book.

"You said the breeding, cringey word." I say bursting into fits of laughter.

After hours of searching for party worthy clothes, I settled with a black seamless boob-tube and an off orange floral skirt.

The outfit was a bit out of my regular baggy vintage clothing style, but it was that or a mini mini tight black strapless dress that I got from my parents last summer.

Surprisingly, Amy—on the other hand, wore a green and white plaid high rise tartan skirt with slits on either side. She put on a white cropped vest with a green woolen light button up jersey.

I let my blonde hair loose mainly so that it could cover parts of my back while Amy put her brown hair into a messy bun.

We both looked ready to kill.

Well, Amy looked ready to kill. I on the other hand looked like the person who usually comes with the body bag for the dead body.

Phoenix had come at exactly nine-thirty and all three of us are now sitting in his black BMW convertible, non of us engaging into any type of conversation.

We soon pull up infront of a house with big black gates similar to the ones at my house.

And come to think of it, Jake lives two blocks away from me.

Interesting.

Phoenix, Amy and I get out of the car and we are met by two guards who have each of the black gates guarded. As soon as they see us, the one gate opens automatically and shuts with a thud as soon has we step in.

Instinctively, I jump a bit from the unexpected noise and I'd like to say I thought I saw a smirk plastered on Phoenix face when I did.

"This way damsels." Phoenix instructs mockingly.

Deciding to shut up this time. I follow him quietly with Amy hot on our heels.

Literally and figuratively because she decided to wear black stilettos.

I on the other hand am wearing black Birkenstock sandals which are doing me feet justice.

"Is this what I get for being bold Amy whispers next to me."

I laugh subtly at her misfortune.

"The party hasn't started and your feet are already becoming weary."

"Weary? Oh please this isn't Shakespeare. My legs fell like jello." Amy whisper shouts.

Laughing one last time, we both walk around back where there is a beautiful and huge pool with mesmerizing deep blue water in it.

Someone's drowning tonight.

There is not a person in sight and the only music playing comes from next door and it's not party loud.

We've either being punked or are here early.

"Where's everyone?" Amy voices out my thoughts.

"They're still coming." Phoenix replies bluntly with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Then what are we doing here so early?" I ask annoyed.

"To help prepare the house for the party." Phoenix replies in a duh tone. "And could you to stop with the questions, its bad enough we have two outsiders. Our guests are here to forget about school and you two boring asses will remind them if you continue with your bantering bullshit."

I let out a sadistic laugh better than Harley Quinn from the Joker.

Okay not really, but you get my drift.

"Bantering bullshit? Are you kidding me? You can call me boring, mock me, irritate me, but you never, and I mean never say those things to my best friend." I say calmly but still fuming.

Phoenix looks at me with the same fire in his eyes and there seems to be and invisible force pulling us together. When we are just centimetres apart he grabs my arm and shoves some keys in my hands—his minty fresh breath fanning against my skin.

"The garbage is out back along with the alcohol. See to it that the booze is brought inside in ten minutes before the guests arrive." He says cocking his head to the side.

With that he pushes me in some direction and storms of with Amy into the dark.

"Stupid ass." I mumble under my breath.

"Heard that!" A deep now familiar voice shouts.

Grumbling and muttering incoherent profanities, I walk away in the opposite direction to God knows where.

I scurry across a patch of wet grass which gathered with dirt, sticks to the bottom of my shoes making an unpleasant sound.

I reach a wooden door and when I try and open it, the door doesn't budge.

Just great.

Sliding down onto to the floor, I bring my knees close to my chest and start thinking about all the things I could be doing right now.

Like watching a rerun of Gilmore Girls.

Or The Desperate Housewives.

Eating doughnuts along with a nice warm cup of hot chocolate...

"What's a pretty chilled girl like you doing outside in the cold?" A silky smooth voice questions.

"Is that some lame pick up line you looked up on Pinterest, because it's not cold at all." I say flatly.

"Your lovely sense of humour just tickled my funny bone."

Cringe.

I roll my eyes not bothering to look at the guy speaking.

"And your groin just got tickled by my foot."

After a moment of silence, the stranger and I both burst into violent fits of laughter.

I have no idea where the hell that conversation was going.

"I'm James—son of James."

I stand up from the ground and dust myself up.

"And I'm Ellie, daughter of two people. I'm sorry. I don't really know you so I can't tell you my parents names. Stranger danger and whatnot." I say smiling sheepishly.

God I suck at introductions.

James laughs once more, "Wasn't wrong about your sense of humour."

I dismiss him off playfully with my hand laughing.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I ask.

James shrugs and runs his fingers through his curly brown locks. "Friend of a friend's party. Sorta invited myself, got here early. The usual."

Face palm.

"Shit. I'm supposed to be getting some booze from the back for the party and I'm kinda stuck. Would you mind helping me?" I ask blushing slightly.

Boy am I glad it's dark outside.

"No problem. Do you have the keys?"

My face scrunches up in confusion, "Keys? For what."

Oh damn! The keys, off course!

To unlock this silly door.

Letting out a distressed sigh, I face palm. "They're in the dark somewhere."

*Smiles and waves sheepishly*
Heyy? So sorry I haven't been updating. Holiday rush and I kinda got hooked on reading. I'll update tomorrow I swear.
On a better note this chapter was longer just to say sorry and shmit is kinda about to happen. We'll seeeeee. Who's James? I don't know; but he's important (hint).
And shmitt guys, we went from being ranked #2 in unjust to #16. All on me, all on me. I'll try do better.
I bet you  weren't expecting an update today so suprise. Merry Xmas and Happy New year!!

Lots of fricking love!