De-crowning The Kings~

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James and I looked for the keys for almost ten minutes—but to no avail.

"We going to have to climb over the fence." I say in a distressed tone.

James chuckles, "You seem excited. Should I hoist you up with your butt of legs?"

I blush once again, "Whatever's easier for you."

James looks at me intently, "How do you know if I'm a pedophile or not."

I shrug my shoulders and put my hair in the sloppiest bun ever because I have no hair tie on me.

"If you were a pedo, you wouldn't have asked which I preferred better." I point out smiling.

"Now hoist me over before some jackass comes and throws us both over."

James places his hands around my waist instead and I feel a fluttering sensation in my stomach.

Moths maybe?

I'm soon levitated into the air, and with all the will power I have—I burrow my nails into the wooden fence for support and gracefully land on my butt.

James is over the fence in a spilt second, and with the help of a dim orange light, we find over ten crates of alcohol next to a wooden shed.

Oh great.

And Im not even drinking tonight.

After hours of immense heavy lifting, James and I have managed to lift three crates over the fence.

"You know, you owe me for helping you. You barely did anything." James says grunting.

"I know." I say smirking whilst leaning against a wall—watching James do all work. Studying him.

Totally not creepy at all.

"We should probably go inside." I say walking over to the fence.

And once again his hands are around my waist lifting me up and over.

This time around, there are plenty of people by the pool. Some girls are in their bikinis, others in short shorts, and most of the guys have no tops on.

Not that I'm complaining.

I'm fairly innocent for my age, but I do love me some eye candy.

"Shit." James mutters next to me.

I laugh nervously, "That's one way of putting it."

Leaving behind the crates, James and I push past bodies that are already smelling and sweaty.

Bleugh.

We make it inside the large mansion and I start regretting why I even agreed to come to this party.
W

ell maybe it's because you made a deal with the devil.

I'm literally tossed between bodies, and the carbon dioxide diluted air is undeniably suffocating. The loud booming music is so strong I can feel all my organs have a seizure every three seconds. Many of the people here are in costumes—like this is a costume party, even if it is and I was kept out of the loop, I assure you. I look like a tomato compared to these cashew nuts.

James' grasp around my hand is removed as I am shoved into a wave of skater dudes who are dressed as skating ramps.

And I thought I needed help.

Not to bothered about it, I turn around and see James waving in my direction and I sheepishly wave back whilst ascending the staircase leading to an upstairs balconey.

The make of this house is similar to the one as mine, it's just the interior decor that is different but everything else is the same. So it is not too cumbersome for me to kind of find where I think Amy is.

And alas, looking quite uncomfortable, Amy is seated at the far end of the balcony close to a group of guys—two of them being Jake and Phoenix. The other three I do not know.

Confidently making my way over to her, I wink at the group of boys, saying nothing, and sit next to Amy who looks relieved.

"Where have you being?!" She hisses in my ear.

A plan quickly starts forming in my head, and I reply loudly.

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

Amy looks at me confused not catching on. But I can't really blame her, she only knows half the truth.

"I asked where. You. Were."

"YEAH YOU'RE RIGHT, A COUPLE OF DRINKS WON'T HURT!"

I am so bloody grateful that there's music blaring into the night sky otherwise, I would look mad.

I turn to the side slightly see Phoenix looking at us discreetly.

Winking at Amy, I grab her hand and slowly lead her to the bar. When we reach were Phoenix and his mates are sitting, Phoenix grabs my free and and pulls me onto his lap—nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

"Hey babe."

"H-hey, I was just about to get some drinks." I say sneakily.

"I thought you said you were going to take it easy tonight, love." Phoenix asks remembering the deal we made at school today.

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, "I just need a little something to take the edge off."

"WOAH! Phoenix, dude, I didn't know you got yourself a hot chic." One of the guy's sitting across from us says.

"He probably wanted to get in on some action after Ca-."

Phoenix takes a cushion and throws it in the guy's face, muffling his words.

Laughing, I turn to the three guys that are unfamiliar to me. "Do you guys want some drinks too?"

"COUNT US IN!" They all shout.

Surprisingly, Amy and Jake come with two vodka bottles, gin and shot glasses.

"Bottoms up y'all." Jake says pouring some vodka into all the glasses.

I grab a shot and bring the glass to my lips, drinking the liquid as it burns my throat.

"You should have some too." I say smirking, bringing a shot glass up to Phoenix' lips.

"You know I can't do that love. I'm the designated driver for tonight."

I laugh mockingly—throwing my head back. "Don't tell me your a wuss?" I ask, knowing full well that I'm triggering his ego.

"Ohhhh, I like her already." One of the guy's slurs.

Pssh, lightweight.

Phoenix throws daggers at me with his eyes, but nevertheless takes a shot glass and downs the liquid. "Try to keep up love."

I'm so tired. I had finished this chapter and was going to publish it yesterday but it deleted it's flipping self. Anywhoooo, I got a suprise for y'all. And,at the top, levitating by Dua Lipa ft. Dababy

Lots of fricking love!