â â â â â â New Yearâs Eve around the world was celebrated nearly the same each year; uncontrollable partying followed by fireworks and kissing. This year was no exception, for William. It was his time to get ready for his Russ, so he felt the need to make this New Years a little more entertaining. It just so happened to be true that the Penatrators simply used a use as an excuse to throw an extravagant bash with a large amount of alcohol.
â â â â â â Though, he enjoyed the waves of females attempting to gain his iconic black sweatshirt by the end of the night, his big brown occulars searched for the platinum blonde he desperately wanted; Noora SĂŠtre. The first year, was unique to say the least. Though, he wasnât exactly thrilled by her lashing that he received due to Vilde, William couldnât deny that she caught his interest. After all, William couldnât pinpoint the last time any female stuck up for their friend against him. In most cases, he watched the girls stab each other in the back for an opportunity to attend one of his Russâ parties.
â â â â â â The bright neon lights filled the Magnusson home as Henrikâs feble smoke machine made the flat feel hotter than normal. He could recall the drunken Penatrator claiming that it would free the girls of their clothes, and who was he to break his friends heart?
â â â â â â Drinking his cold beer, Williamâs ring finger tapped against the darkened bottle to the rhythm of the music. Hearing his best friendâs words, a smirk climbed over his etched features. âMaybe, you can convince them all to have an orgy with you, like Henrik said âthe itty slow smoke will make them want to take their clothes off,â he called with a laugh over the music.
â â â â â â Popularity and approval perhaps were the two things that Vilde wanted most this year. From losing her virginity, to being ghosted, to having her crush humiliate her in public in school, to having her crush apologize; Vilde internally was a wreck. Though, the male took back his harsh words, she lacked self worth. She wanted to be enough, to be the girl someone looked at with sparkles dancing next to a fire in their irises. She craved love and approval. How else could she get that without popularity? How could she get that without William?
â â â â â â Unlike Sana, who had on her normal black attire, Vilde had on a dazzling pink dress covered in glitter marking anything that came close to her like it was her territory. Her lips painted the same shade of pink matching her tight fitting dress. With solo in hand, the blonde searched and searched for her not-so-charming prince. âDo you see William? I think Iâm going to try and sleep with him,â she explained with determination as a few of the girls exchanged a look that she was unaware of.
â â â â â â How Jonas ended up at a Penatrator party was unknown to him. After all, Chris Schistad the Co-King of all fuck boys did play apart in his most recent failed relationship. Sure, realistically, he knew that he couldnât blame the other brunet, but truth be told that helped him heal from the mutual breakup between him and Eva. Perhaps, he should have known that the relationship wasnât going to work as it started from being an affair. Or maybe he should have known, that things werenât going to end well when he started getting weed from Ingridâs brother. Regardless, standing with his friends within the Magnusson home felt wrong.
â â â â â â Clutching his cup tightly, his dark caterpillar like eyebrows almost furrowed at his friendâs question. Who would he be kissing under the fireworks this year?
â â â â â â Clearing his throat, Jonas shrugged lightly at Finnâs question. âI havenât thought about it too much, maybe one of their girls,â Jonas replied emphasizing âtheirâ heavily. To most, they probably would have no idea that Jonas was scheming a small plan to possibly hookup with one of the infamous Pentaratorâs girlfriends in retaliation for Eva; but then again, it wasnât like those guys were loyal anyways. Maybe, he would be doing them a favor.
â â â â â â Holding a joint between his pointer and middle finger Andreas approached his two friends. Taking a long drag, the maleâs lungs filled to the brim with the drug before it slowly escaped his body through his nose. âDonât tell me, Chris is planning on fucking every single girl here,â the male commented with his glossy occulars, before noticing the moppy head skater, âdidnât that kid try to fight you for kissing his girl?â
â â â â â â Choas was what made Nina feel safe. Sure, she loved the silence that could wrap her into time itself; but chaos is what gave her the air that she breathed. She loved watching and putting things into motion to simply watch them explode, almost as if people were her own personal science experiment.
â â â â â â Parties provided the youngest Magnusson with just the perfect amount of chaos. Her pearly white teeth grazed over her matte red lips that clashed with her simple backless silk black cocktail dress. Her blonde locks cascaded down her exposed back as her baby blues scanned the crowd.
â â â â â â âI donât know yet, I kind of want to mess with Chris, but then again, did you see that attractive first year the tall one with that Jonas kid? Heâs kind of hot. . . I might try him out,â she called out to her friend.
â â â â â â Bringing her bottle of vodka to her lips, the female took a swig of the burning liquid. Turning her gaze back to her friend, she asked, âwhoâs on your menu tonight?â
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