I was still in the car after a few minutes when he pulled up to a huge mansion. I gaped, and stared at him in surprise.
"What the-"
"Well, I wouldn't want your parents to think anything. So, I'll just get my sister to drop you home," he said.
I smiled, and as soon as I turned around something hit the car with a loud bash.
"Ah!" I screeched in surprise, as I looked over the edge of his convertible to see a girl kneeling up from the concrete.
"Damn Syke! Fuck!" she said, rubbing her head.
Wow, even though I've been here all this time, I never knew his name. And now I know it...and it's weird.
"Sorry Railyn, didn't see you there...but I think you should've seen me here."
She shook her head again, and felt it for a bump
"I need to stop doing crack. Because number one, mom's going to KILL me. And number two, I keep running into things I don't see."
I gaped.
"I will NOT let her take me home!" I yelled.
He smirked.
"You thought I was going to let HER drive YOU home?" He chuckled. "I mean, your talking about Railyn - the girl who named my cat Martini for crying out loud!" he spoke.
I nodded, and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Came down Cuppy Cake. I'm just going to give you some clothes, and drop you off on your lil doorstep. Okay?" she said taking another sniff of cocaine in the palm of her hand.
I shook my head, and got out of the car and went into the manor.
The house was decorated like a modern styled home, but it seemed huge!
"Don't mind my friends. There just chillin."
I looked over in the living room, and three guys and two girls sat there.
"Oh, and your lucky that jacket goes down to your knees," she concluded.
I still starred at her group of friends, and they stared back. One boy with black hair winked at me and I walked up the stairs with Railyn until we made it to a closet right outside a room.
"Here put this on."
She handed me a bra that was close to my size, but fit perfectly. She gave me some underwear and a white tank top, with Victoria Secret booty shorts.
"What are you trying to do? Get me raped?" I exclaimed a little bit too loud.
She shrugged. SHRUGGED?!?!
"The boys usually don't rape a friend of mine, but your looking pretty hot. So they might consider it."
My mouth fell open, as I felt her hands pulling my black hair up in a ponytail.
"Oh gosh."
I walked out of the hallway, and was instantly stopped by boy with black hair and grey eyes. His sinewy arms folded across his broad chest, and his baseball cap was facing sideways. His full lips were cocked up in a grin, and then he spoke.
"Why hello there Gorgeous."
As soon as he spoke, I coughed because of how strong his breath was of cocaine. That shit stinks!
"Goodbye Crack head," I said, and stepped around him.
"Listen, why don't you stay with us for a while?" he said seductively.
