Curing His Love Allergy

Chapter 10 - 34+35

Planning a high school party turned out to be one of the hardest things I've ever done. You have to have enough food and liquor for any number of people who might show up, considering that everyone you invite has friends, and those friends have friends, and so on.

Then there's the decoration part. You have to push back the furniture, and let me tell you, my furniture was a lot heavier than I thought. I didn't have to lift much because the boys did most of the heavy work, but when I did lift, I complained the whole time. I really need to work on my upper body strength.

After I took a break, I moved all the valuables into my bedroom and made a mental note to close it when the party began. It's a good thing my Dad isn't coming until next weekend, so I can properly clean up with the help of the guys, of course.

There was one thing left to do: fill up the indoor pool. Do you know how we got it filled? Worse, the party was in five hours.

I'm not gonna say it was an Olympic-sized pool. You didn't really admire the size until the cover came off. But it was stunning. It had a partition where a hot tub would be. It had springs at the side, and because it was inside my house, it was conjoined to the backyard, so the guests would easily have access to the pool room. The entrance to the pool room was right in the living room, the same pool room my dad sat in every morning admiring the view through the translucent building.

To fill up the pool, we had to call a water truck and pay the guy $200. Luckily, Noah paid it; he said he wanted to be nice. Since I already bought food and decorations, the rich guy spared me the pool money. After it was filled, it was one of the most breathtaking sights to see. And again, I wondered where dad got all this money to buy such a beautiful mini mansion, as I call it.

After setting up the place, I pulled France aside and asked him what his problem was yesterday. He brushed me off, saying it was nothing and that he felt better today. But I had a feeling it had something to do with Malia and the scars I saw on his knuckles. I didn't push him because I wouldn't want someone to push me, and I think he respected me for that, and I too respected him.

It was now almost time for the party. I told the boys to go home then come back around an hour later. We had an hour until party time... I couldn't wait!!!

The house was beautifully decorated with neon lights, decorations, and liquor to kill. The pool house was on the side of my house, also decorated and stocked with champagne; only special guests got to go in the pool.

I felt contentment at the sight of my house for my first party.

As I looked around my house not seeing anyone, I felt so alone, and it's in times like these that I miss my mom. Feeling the overwhelming and crushing void within me, I decided to call the next best thing... my dad.

I dialed his number twice, then got him on the third ring.

"Hello?" He said.

"Hey dad,"

"What's up?" he asked indifferently.

"I'm okay, I was just checking up on you..."

"Well I'm okay, got to go bye." He rushed off the phone so fast, I felt the void in my chest getting bigger.

A small tear slipped down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it, wanting this day to be next to perfect.

I decided to text my friends asking them to come to the party.

Messages

Group chat: Hey guys, I'm having a pool party in an hour at my house. You coming?

I waited for two minutes before I got a reply from Dom.