Post by alijah rae todd on Sept 21, 2009 1:05:10 GMT -5
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I KNOW YOUR TYPE, BOY YOU'RE DANGEROUS, YEAH
you're that guy that i'd be stupid to trust. but just one night couldn't be so
WRONG. YOU MAKE ME WANT TO LOSE CONTROL.[/color][/font]
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]The summer was over and school had begun already. She was a sophomore at the local college of Hawaii, God given blessing she'd been accepted to a school, period the end, her parents had sad. Her father was a preacher which meant, everything was God's little gift to earth. Most of the time Ali found herself rolling her eyes, they couldn't be serious, could they? They had to be joking, considering her father seemed to think of their little daughter as possessed by the devil, no daddy, this lifestyle was a choice, being possessed was so 1880's. She wished she was kidding when she admitted at parties that her dad liked to pretend he could rid her of evil, but she wasn't.. everyone else liked to enjoy the 'joke.'
She had a choice, and it had to be fun over responsibility. Which meant, she was high out of gore and she'd already missed two periods this morning thanks to the wicked party she'd attended the night before. No party was complete without someone holding back her hair while she nailed her markings on the toilet. Well, that wasn't true, for the most part she could handle her alcohol, but it was the keg stands that always got her in trouble.
Hot babes always got picked for keg stands, an excuse for guys to 'handle' women, you know, be the gentlemen that holds up the girl so she could get her self shit faced and ready for round two, where she just might not notice the hands getting a little more inappropriate each time. She knew the game, but she also loved the attention so she was in no position to complain.
Ali walked along the path of the park, waving and winking at guys as they ran by her, her short shorts and low cut tee only helped her case. She couldn't help but feel like she was born to tease those little boys. God, she needed a cigarette. She bit her button lip lightly as she looked around, knowing it was against the rules to smoke, but she hardly cared. She sat on the back of a wooden park bench, smoking and inhaling deeply, relaxing and letting out the smoke that was blackening her lungs, she didn't have to be pretty on the inside, it was only the outside that mattered.
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