The Bling Ring

Marie and her friends are trouble makers. They do everything they possibly can to get attention. One boring night, her friends Liam, Harry, Louis, Niall, Zayn, Erica, and her decide to go out, and end up being some of the most wanted people in America. Can they clear their name, or will they be forever criminals?


3. Suit Yourself




“You guys ready?” I asked dully, holding my bedroom window open.

“Yeah lets go.” Erica said while kissing Zayn. I rolled my eyes, while everyone just started at them bluntly.

“My arms getting tired!” I yelled, and we all climbed out of my window, except for Liam. He didn’t want to come. I walked onto my mini balcony, and dropped down. It wasn’t that far of a fall, probably a few feet.

“OK, so where’s this friend of yours house?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Not that far, I’m surprised that you can’t smell all the cigarettes.” Zayn said and lightly elbowed me. I rolled my eyes, and we started walking.

“I heard Paris Hilton is hosting a party in Vegas next week.” Erica said while we walked down the street. “Later we could see if there is a way in.”

“Awesome, I can’t wait!” I squealed. The boys looked at me, then rolled their eyes.

“I’m not so sure if I want to do it anymore.” Niall said, breaking the silence.

“Why not Nialler?” Zayn asked. Niall shrugged his shoulders.

“It doesn’t feel right, you know? I’m not a robber.” He explained.

“Suit yourself.” I said, slightly disappointed. We walked up to a large house, with people smoking outside, and some people dancing like idiots.

“Awesome.” Niall said quietly.

“I’ve seen better.” Erica said disappointedly.

“Yeah, Josh’s party last year was way better.” I chimed in. We sat in silence for a second.

“Well, I am thirsty and tired of being sober.” Erica said, and started walking towards the house. We all followed straight behind. We walked into the large kitchen, and this one guy was eyeing me. I decided to have some fun. I grabbed a random cup, not caring what was in there, and took a big gulp. I started walking towards the guy. He was actually pretty handsome. He had light black hair, grey eyes, and a mischievous smile. I leaned against the counter top, next to him, and licked my lips, it was a nervous habit. Apparently he must have thought that I was flirting with him, because he grabbed my waist, and held me against him. I smiled, and he started kissing my neck. I was kind of nervous; I never had a guy do this to me.

“Before we go too far, what’s your name?” I asked.

“Finn.” He replied, then looked me in the eye. I pressed my lips against his, and it turned into a total make-out session. I pulled away, and walked away like nothing ever happened. I walked outside, and Zayn was smoking.

“I thought that you quit?” I asked, then leaned against the house. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Eh, once in a while.” He replied. I nodded my head, and grabbed it from out of his hand. I smirked, and took a puff. Lets just say that it was horrible. Worst taste in the world, ever. I gave it back to him, and tried to act cool. He chuckled.

“I’m going to get another drink.” I said then walked inside. A girl was grinding against Harry, Niall and Louis were flirting with a few girls, and Erica was still in the kitchen, and quite tipsy. I went into the kitchen, and took a drink. Okay, maybe more than one. The last thing I remember is being with this guy, then everything going black.




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