Met My Chance

Chapter 3

^Kiera watching Chance in this chapter like

Chapter 3: The lucky lamp

Kiera's POV:

After walking for another 10 minutes through the darkness, I start to here the low voices of teenagers emerging. The music is gradually getting louder at every step we take, the neighbourhood becoming brighter with all the street and car lights beaming.

As we continue walking down the street, more people pass us and head in the same direction. They get out of their cars in groups no less than four, all seemingly dressed up, yet more casually dressed than Camille.

It makes her judgement on my attire even more unjustifiable now, especially since the majority of the people strolling past us are dressed in simple clothing, some a little fancier than that, but I do not stand out like an asteroid because of my clothing. Ignoring the fact that I still feel like one.

And with that, my insecurities start to dim down.

We come face to face with the enormous home as we round the corner. It is twice the size of mine and has a large garden with people sitting along the high walls that surround it, as well as the grass in front. Many people's heads are thrown back in laughter, and red cups are grasped in their hands, while others are darting in and out of the house in such a rush that I wonder if we'll even get in.

My heart is beating faster than usual.

If it's this crowded outside, Imagine the inside.

"Who's throwing this party again?" I ask, lifting my voice above the music, which I couldn't even hear owing to all the noise.

"My boyfriend's best friend," Camille says before reaching into her purse to get out her red lipstick and tiny mirror. She begins to reapply her makeup as we walk to the entrance, and I attempt to dodge the people passing by us, not wanting to be thrown about.

The music gets louder as we get closer to the door, and my heart rate quickly outpaces the rhythmic beat coming from the music. My stomach muscles began to tighten.

So many people. Too many people.

I try to conceal my strong emotions, not wanting to show off my uneasiness. I now realise why I've always stayed away from these types of settings.

However, I do take comfort in the idea that Camille won't be leaving my side all night. That helps to sooth my concerns.

We come to a halt at the entrance hallway. I encircle myself with my arms. Everyone's body heat is practically radiating off the walls, trapping me in an unwelcome warmth, yet I have never felt so cold.

"So, what are we going to do first?" I inquire, a little shakiness in my voice. With all of this background noise, I'm hoping she won't notice.

However, the fact that she isn't even looking at me and is instead roaming her eyes around in search, suggests that her noticing my nerves is something I'll never have to worry about.

"I'm going to hang out with my friends so we will meet up here around 11:30," she states distractedly.

My faces twitches.

What?

I feel my heart rate start to increase again. "What do you mean 'meet up'? I thought we'd be staying together tonight." I try to control the panic in my voice.

"I only said that so your dad would let us go out. You're welcome!" she smiles, returning my gaze for a split second and patting my arm as if she is doing me a favour. I stare at her, completely stunned by what I'm hearing.