Party Crasher

Ronnie's point of view:

Today's my first day of classes at Griffin Elites.

My high school life was uneventful. I wasn't popular, I had no real friends and I had no cool fashion sense. 

Moreover, I never dated. I dedicated my entire high school years, studying to get to university. 

I was more of a nerd. I wore nerdy clothes, nerdy glasses and nerdy attitude. 

I also gained a lot of weight. This was why I never had a boyfriend, it's because I have no confidence in myself, my looks and my body. 

But I made myself a promise that things are gonna be different now. 

Before graduation, I took a one year gym program, lost weight and got into a nice shape. 

I also took make-up lessons and followed tons of fashion influencers on Tik tok and I*******m.

I'm a whole new person and I love it.  

Griffin Elites University is going to be the start of a new life for me. 

I'm gonna be fashionable, wear makeups, smile often, make tons of friends and be popular. 

Elites University being a private school, has its own policy and that includes uniforms. 

Standing before my mirror, I carefully picked out my outfit for today. 

I am a teenage girl getting ready for school. I must look my best. 

I surveyed my reflection, taking note of the imperfections I want to hide.

I reached for my make-up bag and began to apply my daily routine. I started with foundation, blending it into my skin until it looked natural. 

I then moved on to my eyes, carefully lining them with black eyeliner and adding a pop of color with eyeshadow. 

I finished with a coat of mascara, making my lashes look longer and fuller.

Next, I turned my attention to my school uniform. 

It consists of a white button-down shirt, a navy blue blazer, and a matching skirt. 

I slipped into the shirt, tucking it into my skirt. 

I then put on my blazer and looked back at the mirror, admiring the way it accentuates my curves. 

I realized, however, that the skirt was a bit shorter than usual. A tartan skirt. 

I had purposely chosen to wear it that way, wanting to feel confident and attractive today.

I took one last look in the mirror, satisfied with what I see. 

I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, ready to take on the day and conquer the world.

     

                           * * * * 

I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety as I walked through the main gates. 

Walking through the busy campus, I couldn't help but notice the admiring glances from the guys as they gaped at my uniform. 

I blushed a little, not used to so much attention.

As I made my way to my first class, I also couldn't help but notice the envious looks from some of the girls. 

I tried to ignore them and focus on finding my way to class. 

I had studied the map beforehand and knew exactly where I was going, but the campus was so big and I was so nervous that I might've gotten lost.

As I turned a corner, I suddenly stumbled upon Derek, kissing another girl. 

I was shocked and didn't know what to do. 

I dive out of sight so I wouldn't be seen. 

From my hiding spot, I watched Derek as he caressed the girl's thigh and deepens his kiss. 

My mouth ran dry just watching them getting intimate. 

I've never been kissed that way. 

As a matter of fact, I've never kissed by anyone. My lips were still virgin. 

Derek's hands snaked into the girl's skirt and he slowly pulled down her white panties to her thighs. 

His long hands slipped in-between her legs and he fingered her. The girl purred sexily in his mouth. 

I instantly drew in a sharp breath. 

Derek suddenly breaks his kiss and darted a glare at my direction. 

I stiffened when his emerald green eyes settles at my hiding spot. 

Oh no, he'll find me here if he comes around. 

"What is it, baby?" Derek's girl asked. 

"I don't think we're alone," Derek said, his eyes still glued at my spot. 

I'm sure he couldn't see me but I could see him as clear as day. 

"Let's get outta here," his girl took his arm and pulled him away. "I know a good place where we can fool around without anyone bumping into us."

Derek liked the idea and followed her lead. Before they disappeared, he casted one last glance at my hiding spot. 

I breath out a sigh of relief as I quietly ran away from the scene. I had seen enough. 

Derek is unbelievable. Today's our first day in school and he's already fooling around with the girls. 

Scary. He wasn't called the iron bad boy for nothing. 

                           * * * * 

I was finally done with class for the day. It was hectic finding my class but I did and made it in time for lectures.  

Here in campus, you see a lot of beautiful ladies and handsome guys. 

Just when you thought you've seen the prettiest girl, boom, you turn to your left and here comes another girl more prettier. 

I made no friends today but tomorrow I promised myself I will. 

I made sure to stand out by answering questions and expressing myself confidently. 

But even that was done with a lot of efforts. I was still lacking socially. I couldn't approach anyone after class cause I was anxious to. 

I didn't head home immediately. I took the train to the countryside and enjoyed the scenery of the hills and valleys. 

I love exploring new places. It gave me inspiration for my painting. 

I found a perfect spot and painted the ocean. It took me four hours to finish. 

I stared at my painting, not quite satisfied with it.

I've been painting since I was a kid. It's a talent I was born. I wasn't perfect but I keep practicing hard until I'll become great at it. 

By the time I arrived home, it was dark. To my surprise, I met ten cars parked outside the bungalow. 

Loud noisy music blared from the inside and my heart sank as I figured out what was happening. 

Rushing inside, I met a crowd of boys and girls, partying in the living room. 

My jaws dropped. What the hell? Who let these people in?

One of the guys noticed me and leaving his girl, he approached me, a drink in his hand. 

"Hey, bitch. Who let you in?" He asked. 

This fella was a hunk of beef. He could pass for a club bouncer if he gave it a go. 

He wore our uniforms and that's when the pieces came together. 

These kids are all from Griffin Elites and it wasn't difficult to figure out who had let them in the house. 

Derek!

That little tramp.

"Where's Derek?" I asked him. 

The hunk growled down at me. "Just who do you think you're talking to, bitch."

He reached out for my arm and grabbed it. His hand was like steel vice and he tightened it around my wrist. 

A red alarm blew in my mind as I realized I was in trouble. 

"Wazowski," a hard voice called out to him. "Bring her here!"

"Yes, boss," Wazowski dragged me to the chaise lounge. 

A young guy was seated on the chaise lounge, legs crossed, two half naked girls fawning over him on his laps. 

He was your typical bad boy. 

His colourful tattoos and piercings, his charming hot face, his hard emerald green eyes and that evil smirk hovering at the corner of his lips. 

"Hey, sis," he said, eyes rolling. "How nice of you to join the party. We were just getting started."

I shut my eyes, feeling a wave of anger rush through me. 

Derek. 

  

                           * * * *

Derek stood up and walked up to me. 

He was drunk, all right. His movement made it clear to me. 

His hand shot out and grabbed my waist, pulling me to his body. 

I caught my breath as I felt his hot air, breathing down my neck as he whispered to my ears. 

"Let's dance, sis."

I couldn't believe what was happening to us. Was he really drunk or was he doing this for real?

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. I was numb. My heart was pounding against my chest and butterflies flutter in my stomach. 

He began rocking our body together to the rhythm of the music, laughing and staring lustfully at me.

"I've thought this ever since we met," he said in a low sexy tone. "But you're really hot. I dig for that uniform. I can picture your naked body out of it. Mind me peeling your clothes off you? I want a taste of you."

He licked my ear and his hand snaked down my ass and he smacked it hard! 

My face went scarlet and my heart raced fast. 

That does it! I can't take it anymore. 

I swung my hand in the air and slapped him so hard on the cheeks his weight lifted off the floor and he crashed back to the chaise lounge and blacked out. 

Everyone stopped dancing suddenly, watching the commotion that's just happened. 

I turned around and yelled at them, my face flushed and angry. 

"Party's over. Everyone leave now or I'm calling the cops!"