#ngme

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Matt's POV

I walked up the walk way with Dylan to the house and the box of drugs in my hand.

"Wow you were right these people are loaded." He marveled at the landscaping.

Dylan rang the door bell a couple seconds later a maid opened the door. "Are you friends of Brianna?"

Dylan let out a huff of air.

  "Yea something like that." I replied.

She opened the large door wider letting us in. The maid walked to the side of the door and pressed a button and spoke into what seamed to be an intercom.

"Brianna you have some friends here to see you." She spoke as her voice echoed from an intercom from down the hall then walked away.

"How the fuck do you have an house so big you can't just yell to talk to someone." I said under my breath.

Minutes later Mikayla and her friend appeared at the top of the staircase. They were both wearing crop tops and shorts. If you saw them you wouldn't know of their status, you would just think there normal teenagers. I guess Dyl and I wear over dressed. We were wearing khakis and button up shirts. I just assumed that rich kid parties would be more formal. Mikayla's hair was curled. But not the naturally, full, ringlets she had the day we met, but curls that could only be achieved at the hands of a straightener. She still look as beautiful as ever.

"You were right he is cute." I heard Mikayla's friend whisper to her.

Mikayla tried to hide a smile and her cheeks started to turn a light shade of pink as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Are those my party favors ? Yes!" Mikayla's friend reached for the box I had in my hands.

"Where's the money?" I asked.

Brianna walked over to a coffee table with multiple flower vases; in between them sat a white paper bag with black string handles and black writing that read "DVF" on it. Picking the bag up she walked back towards our direction. Dylan took the bag and set it down on the coffee table. I opened it up and toke all the bundles of money out stacking them. I reached into my pocket and took out a pen. I took out a pen from my pocket and started marking and counting the money and passing it to Dylan to double check. The pen was the special they use at banks. If it stays yellow and disappears the money’s good if the ink turns black then the money’s no good and there’s going to be a problem.I haven’t used one of these in a long time because I usually don’t do big business like this.

  "What's he doing?" Mikayla spoke in a hushed tone.

"Making sure none of it's fake and it's all there. Can't ever be too careful." Dylan answered as I slid the bundle to him.

  A couple years ago Dylan and I worked for this guy small time type guy thank god otherwise my organs would be floating around the black market. Anyways he would have us collect the money for drug deals in the hundreds and every now and again take care of his competition. We got fucked over business wise so we left. Ended up in a shoot out, we killed him and pretty much everyone there. It was an us or them situation and it sure as hell wasn't going to be us. I couldn't die. I could leave dad, Kristen, Lacey and Burnie behind especially back then, especially now. Anyways, we learned to always count your money and check if it's fake. Dylan and I finished. He put the money in the bag and went to put it in the car. There were a couple of hallowed out compartments from when we worked so I wasn't worried about it not being safe or me acidentally being careless and the neighborhood watch walking by seeing something they shouldn't.

  "How do I know it’s all there?” Brianna asked.

“You can count it.” Dylan smirked.

“There’s no way in hell I’m counting all those.”

  “Or you can just weigh it.” Mikayla chimed in. “Just weigh one pill on your food scale and then multiply the weight by how many you bought then weigh the whole thing on your scale in the bathroom. The weight should be approximately the same give or take a few ounces."

  Wow beauty and brains. That's Mikayla for you, just when you think she's perfect she goes and adds another amazing quality to the list.

Makayla's POV

Later in the night I was sipping on my drink trying not to suffocate on the smell of weed in the air. I feel bad for the maids who have to clean up after this. Everyone was getting out of hand. I’m surprised no one had over dosed yet with all the tablets Kelly bought. If they were someone probably stuffed them in a closet so they wouldn’t ruin the party. All my friends had left me and were now dancing with some guy or swimming in there underwear and I was here, in the corner, alone. Maybe I just need to loosen up a little. I started to chug my drink.

“Slow down tiger the night is still young,” I heard a voice. I looked up to see Matt walking towards me. I smiled awkwardly. “and I know that you,” he pointed to me then wrapped his arm around my waist. “are a lightweight.” He finished his touch setting my skin my skin on fire.

“You’re wrong. I can hold my liquor like anyone else.” I informed him wrapping my arm around his neck.

“Okay so I may have been wrong about the lightweight thing but I know you are too damn pretty to be standing on the wall.”

“Am I really?” I raised an eye brow. “

Yes. You should be dancing with a hot guy.” Matt raised his eye brows.

“You’re right! Do you know where I can find one?” I teased.

Matt chuckled as he led me into the crowd of dancing people. His hand grabbed my waist turning me around pressing me against him. Our hips moving in sync to the bass that pulsated through our bodies. His big hands guiding my hips,his hot breath warming my neck. A layer of sweat coated my skin, glistening whenever a strobe light decided to glide over my skin.

“Mikayla I know I’m not the first or even the hundredth guy whose told you this but you’re really pretty. No you’re beautiful.” Matt confessed into my ear tone filled with admiration. I chuckled.

 “Thank you, Matt.”

“No really you are.” He spun me around so I was now facing him. The sudden change caused my breath caught in my throat. We had stopped dancing. Matt lifted my chin so I was looking into his eyes our faces a few inches apart. I could feel my heart speeding up a little. We were so close but so far away. Part of me wanted to close the gap between our faces so badly but the other part was so confused. Why was he doing this? What did he want? What was he hiding behind his charm? Did he just want to sleep with me? Did he notice my rich upbringing and think there it is, there’s my meal ticket, my way into the 1%? Why am I over thinking this? For once Mikayla just let someone be nice to you without assuming they have some ulterior motive.

“I really like you. I don’t know what it is about you but you drive me crazy ,Mikayla. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before especially in such little time but I don’t know being with you just feels right,” He held me close to him like as if someone was going to take me away from him. “ and I know you have to date the Taylor guy to make your dad happy-”

“Trevor." I corrected.

"What?”

“His name is Trevor.”

“I don’t care about his name I care about you.” Matt persisted.

“You don’t even know me.” I pushed away from him.

This didn’t make sense. He didn’t even know my last name but was talking to me like we were together or something.

“Maybe I want to get to know you!” He countered giving me my space.

“Mikayla!” I heard a sharp voice yell. I turned to the direction the voice came from. Oh god, not now.