The One Within Me
Chapter 1 · Hey, how many beers have I had again?
Sydney's P.O.V.
"Sydney, get your fat ass down here!" Kenzie yells up the stairs.
"Jesus Christ Kenzie! I'll be down in a second!" I scream back.
We are going to a party on the other side of town. We live in London, England. I live with my twin, Peyton, and Kenzie lives in the flat next door.
As I finish with my hair, I slip on a pair of white canvas shoes. I am wearing an American flag crop top t-shirt with a pair of dark blue jean shorts. I grab my sparkly black iPhone 5 off the dock, stuff it in my pocket, and run down the staircase.
"What the hell took you so long?" Kenzie asks annoyed.
"Jesus. What pissed in your cereal?" I ask smirking.
"Oh shut the hell up and get in the car," she says walking out the door. I laugh an follow her out to my black Mustang convertible. Before I left for college, my dad bought me this and I frickin love it. It has jet black rims, black leather seats, a killer radio, and a built-in iHome station. How frickin awesome is that?
"I am still so in love with your car. Whenever I drive mine, I feel so stupid. I have a dinky little Honda that is older than Caroline Flack and you have a brand-new Mustang. And you have a killer pick-up. This is totally unfair," Kenzie rants.
"Hey. At least you have one. Peyton doesn't even have one, and she got her license long before I did," I laugh.
"You've got a point there," she says while plugging my iPod into the ihome. "What song?"
"Something that will get me super wet," I say.
"Okay. Whatever you want." She puts on my "Sex" playlist, and Rihanna come on.
"Cause I might be bad but I'm perfectly good. And it's sex in the air, I don't care I like the smell of it. Sticks and stones may brake my bones but chains and whips excite me!" We belt out.
Some lady in a minivan drives past us and glares daggers at us. We just laugh and I flip her off. She scoffs and I laugh even harder.
Kenzie sticks her head out the top and yells, "Fuck you!" We are pretty much dying of laughter by the time we get to the party.
"Come on. Drew is probably out back," Kenzie says, pulling me by my wrist.
As we are making our way through the crowd, a guy pulls me back.
"Hey sexy. How about we take this upstairs and I'll make you scream a bit, yeah?" He says with lustful eyes.
"Come here," I say pulling his ear to my mouth. "I'd have sex with you, but I'd be braking the law. Because it's illegal to have sex with pigs." I pull away and knee him in the balls. And as he falls, he shoves his face against my crotch. "Get the hell off of me you pig." I slap his face and walk away back to Kenzie.
"Damn girl. That got me a little wet just watching you," Kenzie says.
"Let's go find Josh," I say with a roll of the eyes.
We search for a goodnight minutes before i finally see him.
"Kenzie he's over there," I say appointing to the diving board. He's talking to some guy. The guy's hair is dark brown and is super curly. The guy is wearing a pair of black skinney jeans, a white vneck t-shirt, a black beanie, and a pair of black Converse. Overall, he looks pretty hot from behind.
"Josh!" Kenzie yells. Kenzie runs to Josh and kisses him hungrily. I look and see that the guy is starting at them with his eyebrows raised.
I walk over and introduce myself. "Hey. I'm Sydney. Sydney Zaske."
"I'm Harry. Harry Styles. Who is she?" He asks pointing to Kenzie.
"That is Kenzie. She is Josh's girlfriend and my best friend. They are like this every minute they are together," I say. We just stand there awkwardly for a minute.
"So do you want to get a drink?" Harry asks me suddenly.
"Sure but none of that margarita shit. Just get me a beer," I say while watching a guy dance. He was pretty good.
"Really? Wow. You dreamlike such a girly girl though," he says eyeing me up and down.
"Rule number one, never call me a girly girl. I will personally chop of your balls, blend them up, and force them down your throat if you do it again. Rule number two, never question my drink of choice. Margaritas are for prissy girls like those sluts over there that don't even know how to drink properly. Rule number three, go get me that beer!" I say pushing him playfully the last rule.
He runs off playfully like a girl squiling. I return back and start talking to Kenzie and Josh.
"He's in that band you drum for, isn't he?" I ask.
"Yup. Harry is one of my closest mates," Josh says.
"But I thought I was your closest mate!" I fake cry. Harry come rushing over and gives me a question look.
"What the hell hhappened to you?" He rushes.
"Rule number four, never interrupt one of my scenes, or else rule number one's consequence will make another appearance," I warn.
"Aw dude! She's already git you up on the rules! And damn you! That was a really funny scene. Why'd you ruin it?" Kenzie laughs.
"I am so fucking confused right now. Josh, guy it down for me please?" He asks. I finish the beer in one take, and grab another ome fRom someone walking by. I down thay ome too.
Seven or eight beers later, I'm almost drunk. I still can walk pretty well. Another five of six should do the job.
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Okay. Now I'm completely shitfaced, and i don't even care. Harry is drunk too.
"Let's dance," I slur while pulling Harry to the dance floor.
I start to dirty dance with him, and than my favorite sex song come on. I start to grind on Harry, and i feel him starting to get "excited."
"Would you like me to take care of thay?" I ask gesturing towards his "problem."
"I think we bboth know the aanswer to that," he says before attacking my lips with his. Well shit. Goodbye virginity.
"Sydney, get your fat ass down here!" Kenzie yells up the stairs.
"Jesus Christ Kenzie! I'll be down in a second!" I scream back.
We are going to a party on the other side of town. We live in London, England. I live with my twin, Peyton, and Kenzie lives in the flat next door.
As I finish with my hair, I slip on a pair of white canvas shoes. I am wearing an American flag crop top t-shirt with a pair of dark blue jean shorts. I grab my sparkly black iPhone 5 off the dock, stuff it in my pocket, and run down the staircase.
"What the hell took you so long?" Kenzie asks annoyed.
"Jesus. What pissed in your cereal?" I ask smirking.
"Oh shut the hell up and get in the car," she says walking out the door. I laugh an follow her out to my black Mustang convertible. Before I left for college, my dad bought me this and I frickin love it. It has jet black rims, black leather seats, a killer radio, and a built-in iHome station. How frickin awesome is that?
"I am still so in love with your car. Whenever I drive mine, I feel so stupid. I have a dinky little Honda that is older than Caroline Flack and you have a brand-new Mustang. And you have a killer pick-up. This is totally unfair," Kenzie rants.
"Hey. At least you have one. Peyton doesn't even have one, and she got her license long before I did," I laugh.
"You've got a point there," she says while plugging my iPod into the ihome. "What song?"
"Something that will get me super wet," I say.
"Okay. Whatever you want." She puts on my "Sex" playlist, and Rihanna come on.
"Cause I might be bad but I'm perfectly good. And it's sex in the air, I don't care I like the smell of it. Sticks and stones may brake my bones but chains and whips excite me!" We belt out.
Some lady in a minivan drives past us and glares daggers at us. We just laugh and I flip her off. She scoffs and I laugh even harder.
Kenzie sticks her head out the top and yells, "Fuck you!" We are pretty much dying of laughter by the time we get to the party.
"Come on. Drew is probably out back," Kenzie says, pulling me by my wrist.
As we are making our way through the crowd, a guy pulls me back.
"Hey sexy. How about we take this upstairs and I'll make you scream a bit, yeah?" He says with lustful eyes.
"Come here," I say pulling his ear to my mouth. "I'd have sex with you, but I'd be braking the law. Because it's illegal to have sex with pigs." I pull away and knee him in the balls. And as he falls, he shoves his face against my crotch. "Get the hell off of me you pig." I slap his face and walk away back to Kenzie.
"Damn girl. That got me a little wet just watching you," Kenzie says.
"Let's go find Josh," I say with a roll of the eyes.
We search for a goodnight minutes before i finally see him.
"Kenzie he's over there," I say appointing to the diving board. He's talking to some guy. The guy's hair is dark brown and is super curly. The guy is wearing a pair of black skinney jeans, a white vneck t-shirt, a black beanie, and a pair of black Converse. Overall, he looks pretty hot from behind.
"Josh!" Kenzie yells. Kenzie runs to Josh and kisses him hungrily. I look and see that the guy is starting at them with his eyebrows raised.
I walk over and introduce myself. "Hey. I'm Sydney. Sydney Zaske."
"I'm Harry. Harry Styles. Who is she?" He asks pointing to Kenzie.
"That is Kenzie. She is Josh's girlfriend and my best friend. They are like this every minute they are together," I say. We just stand there awkwardly for a minute.
"So do you want to get a drink?" Harry asks me suddenly.
"Sure but none of that margarita shit. Just get me a beer," I say while watching a guy dance. He was pretty good.
"Really? Wow. You dreamlike such a girly girl though," he says eyeing me up and down.
"Rule number one, never call me a girly girl. I will personally chop of your balls, blend them up, and force them down your throat if you do it again. Rule number two, never question my drink of choice. Margaritas are for prissy girls like those sluts over there that don't even know how to drink properly. Rule number three, go get me that beer!" I say pushing him playfully the last rule.
He runs off playfully like a girl squiling. I return back and start talking to Kenzie and Josh.
"He's in that band you drum for, isn't he?" I ask.
"Yup. Harry is one of my closest mates," Josh says.
"But I thought I was your closest mate!" I fake cry. Harry come rushing over and gives me a question look.
"What the hell hhappened to you?" He rushes.
"Rule number four, never interrupt one of my scenes, or else rule number one's consequence will make another appearance," I warn.
"Aw dude! She's already git you up on the rules! And damn you! That was a really funny scene. Why'd you ruin it?" Kenzie laughs.
"I am so fucking confused right now. Josh, guy it down for me please?" He asks. I finish the beer in one take, and grab another ome fRom someone walking by. I down thay ome too.
Seven or eight beers later, I'm almost drunk. I still can walk pretty well. Another five of six should do the job.
°·°·°
Okay. Now I'm completely shitfaced, and i don't even care. Harry is drunk too.
"Let's dance," I slur while pulling Harry to the dance floor.
I start to dirty dance with him, and than my favorite sex song come on. I start to grind on Harry, and i feel him starting to get "excited."
"Would you like me to take care of thay?" I ask gesturing towards his "problem."
"I think we bboth know the aanswer to that," he says before attacking my lips with his. Well shit. Goodbye virginity.
I just got back from my brother's soccer game, so I'm working on it now!
10/20/13