Making Her The WildOne

"What if I touch you like this?" He said draping his strong, rough hand against her waist. The way his voice whispered the sweet harmonies of seductive words against her ear making her body tingled threatening to cave in. "Then I'd let you." She whispered to the guy she had just been yelling at... the same one she just called a jerk faceded, hormonal, play boy... who also was the bad boy who was turning her into a bad girl.

Rachel Cassidy, Golden child and peace maker of the broken Cassidy Family, has choices to regret when life with her single mom turns disastrous over her mom's sudden lost in a job. As a quick back up plan, Rachel's mom immediately decides to move in with Rachel's father's sister until she lands on her feet again.
Life with your favorite aunt doesn't seem to bad huh? Well Think again. How can one 16 year old out casted medal mouth girl survive when she has to fin for herself against Her scornful Bitch of a cousin and her new obsession with the bad boy next door?

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7. Mingling Business

Author's Note: Ello guys! thank all of you that continue to read along with me. I decided to give you all a little gift. I understand that some people cant imagine characters as good as other and my descriptions may be a little mitchy matchy so. Here are Aisha and Rachel. I will gradually add to the list of pics so be patient.

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I was brushed against; Grouped basically. This party wasnt like the ones you see on tv, read in books. Everything was chaotic indeed... but it wasn't sloppy... From where I was atleast.

When Aisha drug me here after blabbering something about loving Johnny and surprising him at the party; I completely made it oblivious that I had forgotten to inform my mother of my where abouts.

She'd have a coniption. A heart attack at the least. But the way everyone's bodies moved together in sync to the music made my stomach hurl in circles.

"Will Isaac be here?" I said to Aisha with my head down.

She just nodded interlacing her arm with mine.

"Don't worry Ruhnelle, He aint gone lay a hand on you--" She paused with a grinned spreading across her lips. "Maybe with that on though."

The fact that she said that made me realize it was the least of my worries. The diffedence that was beginning to boil over in me made my tummy feel as if it were due to conburst in any second.

Even though the things I wore illuminated my self confedence; The black skirt with a tight sleeveless sweater,seeing Isaac erased it all.

The floor felt as if it begun to gulp me up in it's posh black carpet that was being soked in different blends of alchohol.

After a moment Aisha vanished down the hall to see Johnny. I stood there mouth a gaped watching how how fast the previous stabled school students turned into sloppy narchasistic drunk fools.

The smell of sex, weed, and alchohol flustered my nostils. I didn't want to move. I couldnt.. literally. My feet were already beginning to ache even though I was only in flats.

I quickly moved down the steps the the rooms of in the dark hallway. If I didn't feel sure of my self a minute ago I was now because the only smell that leaked through the walls were boose smoke and jerms of protist waiting to be traded by tongue swopping.

Besides that I had to find Aisha. I mean she was my ride and the way people moved past me accidently wiping over my bum was enough to call a quits.

"Cassidy?" A deep raspy voice sprung behind me.

I stopped.

It wasnt him?

Did I want to see him?

It wasn't him Rachel.

Turning around on my heels his slurred eyes looked down at my legs. But we weren't alone. Seeing him in his plaid blue button up shirt made my mouth quiver by the way something so pointless could easily just strip across his mouth watering chest.

I don't know what it was about him, but everytime his eyes soaked with mine my legs turned like quaker instant grits.

"Come on babe let's leave the loser to rot by herself." A slightly annoying high pitched voice whispered beside him.

She tugged on his strong shoulders beginning to whine. I'd never seen anything more pathetic in my life.

"Come on, we can go into one of the room and I can show you how flexible I've become."

He nudged her off looking at me. Anyone could tell from a mile away that she was intoxicated. He probably was too. And the whole scene disgusted me. But for some reason the way he called my name got my attention and made me afraid to move.

"Who are you here--" He paused as a group of guys passed by and made comments on my appearence. I'd never been complimented before, and even though I was called "Hot" It didn't matter. All the other girls got excited when they were called that; when it was diffenently the complete opposite of hot in here, I was freezing.

"Leave... Now." He grunted looking down angrily at me. The fury in his hazel eyes changed so quickly. At once he was looking at me with lust. But now... It was gone.

I completed forgot what I was doing in the first place when a loud "I HATE YOU!" echoed through the house as the music paused.

I quickly turned towards the door as my curled mocha locks bounced and then rested against my fragile back; connected with my little frame.

Because of everything else I wore, If you hadn't known me, you'd think I were a boy thanks to my chest.

But in this sleeveless pink sweeter It pushed everything up and my back in so my chet stood as if it were meant to be propted that way.

The shirt went over my black skirt that layed an inch above my knee as it clung onto me like gum underneath tables. Considering Aisha's body had noticeable curves mine were always hidden whne they were duped inside of sweat pants. But the good thing was that all of her clothes that were too little, fit me perfectly. Not to mention they were beautiful.

I stepped down onto the basement where the real party looked as if it had taken place. Except it was over now because Aisha had just lost all of her marbles.

"How could you Johnny!" She barked to him.

He sat on a chair with a brunnette girl on his lap. You could tell he was trying to remove her but she wouldnt let him. Until Aisha moved over to them yanking her off of him then slinging her to the floor by her hair.

"Is this what turns you on now!?" She screamed looking at him then storming out of the basement and outside.

I looked down to Johnny as he finally was able to stand up. His eyes met with mine I could tell he was aggrivated and worried.

"Aisha wait! Don't go doing anything stupid!"

I could hear her yelling from outside that she'd cut him if he called her stupid again.

I looked down as I heard the snicker of Stacey and her friends at Aisha .

"Why are you here Rachel. You weren't invited." Stacey mocked flipping her hair as she glanced to her friends to back her up.

"Not to mention you showing up here looking like the slut we know you are." The other girls said looking at the outfit that I'd once thought made me look pretty.

I quickly walked out of the room only to run into Isaac tongue drowning the girl he was courting with before Johnny and Aisha's argument.

"Wait--" He moved his mouth away from her grabbing onto my arm. I yanked it away striking a sudden urge of pain through my arm considering his hand was still wrapped around my arm.

"Baby, leave her. I can do that thing again." she said breathing heavy.

"Relax Piper." He barked to her shoving her off after he'd realized I'd scattered away outside.

My heart was beating fast. Again I say this was far from the first time I'd been publically humiliated but for some reason this time it hurt. Or maybe it was my side from how I'd scraped it on the sharp edge of the counter as I sprinted out.

I didn't know why I was running. I just.. was. My lungs felt like they were being drowned in acid to the point I couldn't breath. Or maybe It was because I could feel the blood oozing through my shirt making my biggest phobia burn once again.

I stopped, hearing a car engine from behind me.

"Cassidy, get your ass in the car. Now." Isaac's sharp raspy voice yelled.

Maybe I did know why I was running.

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