The STD Trace

26. Just One Kiss

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Parties are starting to become a regular thing in my life. The old Hannah didn’t go to parties, and I am still getting used to being invited to them. The only bad thing about them was having to dress “cute” and I still have no idea what that really entailed. I snugged my leather jacket closer around me to cover my exposed chest area. God, this red dress was so snug on the hips, on the curves, but major boobage was exposed and it was becoming frustrating.

I propped up my little—no excuse me—big babes and knocked on Anna’s front door. She opened up with a smile on her face and dragged me in through the door. Her house was festive looking with red and green everywhere. There were tons of food bowls and a couple of kegs of beer. No drinking for me, I hate hangovers. The house was live with music, the current song being Lights. Too bad that song was really old for I heard it ages ago and now it’s all viral on the web and radio.

“Hannah!” Ashley squealed, running over to me and wrapping her arms around me. Anna slipped my jacket off and Cole slipped my hairband out of my hair.

“Guys, what the hell?” I whined as my blonde hair went free to hang down around me in waves. I crossed my arms over my chest. Cole pinned my arms down to my sides and I sighed, glaring at them all.

“Are we tormenting Hannah tonight?” Violet cocked her head to the side and Bryson laughed. “I’m in!”

I rolled my eyes. “Guys, can I please have my jacket and hairband back?” I asked.

“No, you look hot, Hannah.” Ashley smiled at me.

“I look slutty,” I fired back.

“No, you look perfect. So, what’s the status on Winston and you?” Anna asked.

I sighed. “I don’t know, we are just, you know, us.” I shrugged.

“What does that mean? Is that a girl code for something?” Cole asked.

I laughed. “You’re so stupid.”

The night was filled with crazy dancing and being stupid. It was great to be in an environment where no one hated me and I could be myself. Even though my boobs were like seriously bothering me, I was having a good time. Of course though, in the life of Hannah Marie Trimester, nothing can go perfectly smooth. Something always has to crash and burn you know, or I wouldn’t be me.

Ryder walked in through the front door and his eyes landed on mine. As soon as they made contact, my face flushed and my armpits became extremely itchy. God, who turned off the AC and gave me fleas? Ryder walked over to my direction, dapping a few guys up, and winking at a couple of girls before finally stopping in front of me. Crap, I should have run.

“Hey, Hannah.” He smiled. His hair was sexy tonight and his scarf hung stylishly around his neck and over his leather jacket that he paired with combat boots and a nice beanie.

I snorted, turning away from him. Everyone that wasn’t Winston, Omunique, Anna, Bryson, Cole, Quinton, Melissandra, (Who are now dating) Ashley, or Hector, I didn’t want to be around them. Anyone could be a potential hateful texter. God, it could even be my own brother. No one was to be trusted!

“Are you mad at me?” He chuckled, sending shivers up my spine. God, I hate him. “What did I do?”

“Go away!” I shoved him out of my way and headed for the kitchen to get a drink.