Smooth Criminal

“This is absolutely ridiculous. I don’t even look like a cop. I look like a hooker.”
I stared at my reflection in Amanda’s room, standing awkwardly in the cop costume she had picked out for me earlier that week. Apparently it was supposed to be ironic since my dad is a cop and we’re about to go to one of the biggest parties thrown every year - Vernon Klingin’s Spooktacular Bash.
“Babe, please. It’s not like you’re going to be wearing it for long, anyways. Not after Alex sees you.” Amanda winked at me and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not having sex with him, Manda.”
“You say that now... But who knows what will happen once we’re all drunk out of our skulls.” Amanda fixed a spot of eyeshadow on my eyelid and smiled contently at her finished masterpiece. “Come on. Everyone’s probably almost here by now.”
She takes one last look at her pirate costume and the two of us head down the staircase, trying not to stumble in our ridiculously high heeled boots. A knock on the door was heard as soon as we reached the last step.
“Comiiiing!” Amanda sang out. I grabbed our stuff from the coffee table in the living room and followed my friend to her front door that was wide open, showing off our other five other friends in their costumes.
“Holy hell,” Jack breathed out when he saw Amanda and I for the first time.
“Shit.” Alex let out a low whistle. Amanda looked at me with a satisfied smirk.
“You’re welcome,” she whispered in my ear as the group of us walked to Kara’s mom’s mini van that she had somehow gotten the okay to borrow for the weekend.
“Happy Halloween, bitches,” Amanda yelled loudly, pulling out a perfectly rolled blunt from her pocket. I eyeballed her curiously as she took a lighter and lit it, taking a hit and holding in the cloud of smoke.
“Your mom’s gonna kill you,” Zack coughed as the blunt is passed to Rian. Kara shrugged it off, not seeming to care all too much.
“It’ll air out before the night’s even over. They’re fine.”
Rian takes a hit of the blunt and passes it to Alex, who shakes his head at the offer. The stench of the weed made my eyes start to water and my head began to hurt a bit.
“Stells?” Amanda tapped my shoulder lightly, dangling the joint in front of my face. I gave Alex a look, slightly asking for his permission, wondering what he'd think of me if I took a hit. He just shrugged his shoulders, not seeming to care too much, so I took the rolled piece of paper and inhaled a small amount, holding in the smoke until my lungs felt as if they were about to burst.
“Fuck,” I coughed. I've never smoked before in my life and, Jesus Christ, I think I found out why at that moment. The joint made its way around the circle a few times by the time we pulled up to Vernon’s house and everyone who was smoking had a decent buzz going on.
“Party!” Amanda and Kara giggled as we piled out of the mini van. Alex helped me jump out of the vehicle, making sure I didn't face plant from being as buzzed as I was and being in the extremely tall heels I was wearing.
“Madam,” he nodded his head at me as he took my hand and escorted me into the party. I gave him a glazed over smile, happiness bubbling in the pit of my stomach.
The party was in full motion when we walked into the house, drunken teenagers scattered everywhere. I noted the game of beer pong that was taking place in the kitchen, smirking at Amanda.
“I call dibs on having Stella as my partner for beer pong later!” Amanda shouted, tugging roughly on my shoulder.
“No fair!” Alex yelled back. “You got her as a partner at the last party! Share!” Alex wrapped his arms protectively around my shoulders, pulling me into his cozy body.
“Manda and Jack versus Alex and Stella!” Rian said loudly, his voice filled with excitement.
“There. Problem solved,” Jack said nonchalantly, taking a sip out of a red Solo cup.
Where the hell did that come from?
Our group split up, Rian and Kara going off to do their own thing, Zack ran off somewhere, and Jack, Amanda, Alex, and I all stayed in the kitchen where we found out a round of shot roulette was taking place.
“Keep Stells away from the tequila, please,” Alex chuckled. I slapped him playfully in the chest and down a shot of Goldschlager. The taste of cinnamon bubbled down my throat and I made a face.
Drink until it all tastes the same, I thought to myself, mentally preparing myself to get completely fucked up.

Around two in the morning, there weren't any signs of the party slowing down. A good majority of the crowd had left, but the lot of us who stuck around were now gathered around in the kitchen playing beer pong.
“If you make this cup, I will murder you,” Amanda drunkenly giggled at me. I rolled my eyes at her and used all of my energy to remain standing on my own two feet.
“You good, babe?” Alex asked, concerned fighting it's way to show on his drunkenly glazed over face. I nodded my head with a giggle and flung the ball aimlessly at Amanda and Jack’s side of the table, surprisingly making it into a cup.
“Oh my god!” I squealed as the bystanders watching us play cheered. Amanda groaned and flipped me off before downing the rum that was in the cup. We ran out of beer about an hour ago so we were forced to make do with the remaining alcohol left in the house. “I made it!”
“I see that,” Alex cheered for me, wrapping his arms around my torso. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, baby,” I slurred seductively, winking up at him.
“Get a room,” Jack shouted at us, throwing an empty cup at us, hitting me in the back of the head.
“Fine then,” I huffed, drunkenly pulling Alex away from the crowd in the kitchen, leading him through the house by his wrist.
“Where we goin?” He chuckled as I searched for an empty room to reside in for the evening. I didn’t respond to him. I just simply pushed him inside a room that seemed to belong to a girl, maybe a little younger than I, and attacked his lips furiously with my own. Once his brain caught up to what was going on, Alex kissed me back with as much intensity as I was putting out. I tangled my fingers in his hair as his hands explored my body, coming to a halt at my ass. I smirked into the kiss when he firmly grasped it. I pushed him further into the room and pushed him back on the bed.
“Who are you and what have you done with my sweet Stella?” Alex smirked as I straddled his lap and placed kisses along his jawline, causing his eyes to flutter shut.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Gaskarth,” I retorted with a sly smirk. I had to admit that I loved the confidence I possessed when I had been drinking. Alex had a point. I became a completely different person. I didn’t give a fuck about anything, really. It was amazing.
I pressed my lips against Alex’s, pressing my body closely to his, moaning as he nipped at my bottom lip. Suddenly, a strong feeling came over me, and my hands were soon fumbling around, attempting to free Alex of the jeans that hung around his waist.
“These need to go,” I instructed him, a devilish glimmer sparkling in my eyes. Alex didn’t hesitate to jump out of his jeans, placing himself excitedly next to me once again. I had never given a blowjob in my entire life, but as I sat there, getting ready to go down on Alex, it was as if I knew exactly what to do. I removed Alex from his boxers and licked my lips before going down on him. I heard a grunt escape from his lips as my lips made contact with his throbbing member. I closed my eyes, knowing that I was definitely too drunk to see it without making some sort of comment to ruin the mood. I moved my head up and down, using my tongue to massage it as my mouth worked slowly. Alex’s fingers knotted up in my hair and I smirked to myself, knowing that I was doing something right.
“Stella,” he mumbled under his breath, hissing out air through his teeth. I bobbed my head faster, flicking my tongue at a faster rhythm as well. Alex pushed my head down further and he was entirely in my mouth at this point. I begged myself not to throw up on him as he hit my gag reflex when I moved my head.
“Cops!” We heard being shouted from the living room. I stopped moving and stared up at Alex with wide eyes. A series of clanks and rushed movement was heard as Alex and I frantically struggled to get our clothes back on. I wiped the saliva off my face and threw his shoes at him. I peeped out the window and screamed.
“Alex! My dad’s here!” I started hyperventilating at the sight of my father’s squad car sitting outside the house.
“Breathe, babe. You need to breathe. He’s not going to find you. Are there any cops outside?”
I searched the yard for any cops standing around and found none. I shook my head.
“Okay. Grab your phone. We’re leaving through the window.”
I watched Alex unlatch the window and push it up, motioning for me to go first. Thank God we were in a one story house. Otherwise I’d break my ankle trying to escape in these heels. Once I was safely on the ground, I helped Alex ease through the window. The two of us crouched behind the bushes and made our way back to Kara’s van. Of course, we stumbled here and there due to the fact that we were in no way, shape, or form anywhere close to being sober yet. I whipped out my phone and texted Amanda, asking her where she was and if she was okay.
From Manderz<3: Jack, Zack, and I are good. On our way to the van. Almost ran into your dad. YIKES.
I looked around me, paranoid that my dad would somehow emerge out of thin air and ground me for the rest of my life.
“He’s still inside the house, Stells. You can calm down.” Amanda said as she slowed her running to a slow walk as her, Jack, and Zack came up to the van. I shook my head in annoyance.
“This would fucking happen to me,” I complained. “Where’s Kara and Ri? We need to leave. Like now.”
“Last I saw, they were running out the back door,” Zack offered.
“Great. So we have no idea where our ride is and my father can come out and bust us at any given moment. Perfect. I am such an idiot!” I yelled at myself.
“Shh!” Jack hushed me. “We are fine, Stella. You just need to fucking relax, dude.”
“You don’t get it, Jack! If my dad finds out that I’m here, I will be grounded until the day I die. If he finds out that I’m here with Alex, the day I die will be today.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, attempting to calm myself down. My life was over. Simple as that. This was how I die.
“Get in the van!”
We all whip our heads to the left and see Kara and Rian sprinting towards us, the cops hot on their tails. The minivan chirped as Kara hit the unlock button on the keys and the five us standing near the vehicle climbed in, in record time. Kara and Rian made it in the van alive, taking no time to start the car and rushing off. I stayed hidden in the floorboard, knowing that my father was standing outside the car, watching as my friends and I made a mad-dash for our lives.
“Holy fucking shit,” Kara sighed, finally slowing down once she made it out of the housing area.
“I think I just died a little inside,” Amanda said, chuckling a bit.
“I think I peed myself,” Zack whispered to himself.
“Is everyone okay?” Alex asked as Kara turned into town. Everyone responded, letting him know that everyone was alive and well. He glanced down at my shaking figure, still curled up in a ball in the floor at his feet. “Babe?” He reached down and put a comforting hand on my back as I tried to stop myself from shaking.
“I… I’m fine,” I said lamely. “Scared, but fine. For now.”
“I doubt he even saw you, Stells,” Kara said comfortingly from the front seat, craning her neck around the seat to give me a smile. I smiled sadly up at her and shrugged.
“Seriously, Stells. If anything, he just saw me. And he’ll end up lecturing you about your poor choice in friends. Again,” Amanda chimed in.
I wasn’t sure if any of them were right. I just knew that tonight was way too close of a call. If I ever got caught with these people, my life would be over before it even began to start.

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