I Am Luck (ON HOLD)

Chapter Three

*~Chapter Three~*

The rest of the week went by pretty quickly. Monday went to Tuesday, Tuesday faded into Wednesday, et cetera. But now it's the weekend--Saturday to be exact. And that means the party is today-- at 9:00 tonight.

My first party in this small town. My first party with Brett. My first party ever. I peer down at the text that is displayed onto my phone screen. It was Brett's text reminding me that he will 'pick me at 8:30' and 'to be ready!' But sadly I'm not even close to ready. I'm currently in some sweatpants and a white tee--standing in front of my closet-- looking for something that is presentable.

Shorts? Too skimpy. Skirt? Too short. Dress? Too formal. I continued my search until I decided on something comfortable but cute.

I chose a pair off dark washed skinny jeans, a thin-strapped, white colored shirt that is shorter in the front but longer in the back. In the middle "amour" is neatly written in bold cursive. I walked over to the bathroom, plugged in my curling iron and turned it on. I took a double take, making sure the little red lightbulb above the switch is on. I walked to my room and changed into my newly chosen outfit.

***

I sat in the front seat of his car, closing the door shut and fastening the seatbelt around my torso. I pulled my curly blonde hair out from under the seatbelt that laid across my chest- letting it fall freely around my shoulders.

The faint smell of cologne filled my senses, giving me chills because of the thrilling aroma. I turn around to face Brett in the drivers seat. "You look great, Luck." He had a slight smile on his face, hinting that he was pleased with my look.

He was wearing a nice navy blue polo with a collared shirt poking out from the top. He also had on a pair of tailored jeans with white converse on his large feet.

I'm glad he's dressed as he is, now I know that I didn't overdress.

"Thanks, Brett! You look swell." I said with a smile. He put the car in reverse and pulled out of my driveway. He put the car in drive, "Swell? I look swell?" I can hear the slight jokiness in his voice. I laughed a little, hearing the strange adjective I used. "Yep, you know, you look very good."

He laughed as a response and kept his gaze on the road in front of him.

***

We pulled up to the very large, mansion-like, house. The house has marble columns in the front, with a nice fountain in the front. The house stretched for acres-- it seemed to run on for miles.

Just seeing the fancy house made me feel wealthy and grand.

I felt the bass ripple through my body, making it shake. We exited Brett's black Honda CRV,my eyes scanning the area.

I could tell there were many people here because there are people sprawled out on the yard-passed out drunk. Red cups trashed the yard-- some floating in the fountain.

Seeing this made me worried, my only thought at the moment is to turn around and walk home. Brett must have noticed my cautious behavior. He slung his arm around my shoulder reassuringly , breaking me out of my own thoughts and making all my worries scurry away.

We reached the front door, the flashing lights seeping through the cracks and windows. The music rhythmically making the whole house shake, as if it is in fear. Brett twisted the door handle and pushed it open. The smell of alcohol made my nose burn and my mouth taste sour. Red plastic cups and trash littered the creamy colored carpet.

Some intoxicated people were dancing wildly-- tripping and giggling every once in a while. Some people were talking amongst themselves in small groups. I'm guessing their own cliques. I glanced around the large living room. There are a lot of people here. I don't know how much, but all I know is there are a lot more than I thought there would be.

The loud music is almost deafening and the multi-colored strobe lights are blinding. A tall guy with blonde hair made his way over to us, red cup in hand. "What's up Brett! Thanks for showing up!" He had to yell over the music, he was still loud enough for a lot of people to hear. They did some sort of handshake that they probably have made a long time ago.

"Hey Mike, glad to be here! This place is crazy! Bigger than your last party!" Brett wasn't as loud, his deep voice got drained out by the bass. His friend, Mike, started to look me over. Starting from head to toe and back up. He smirk and nodded, happy with what he sees. I felt highly uncomfortable so I slightly moved behind Brett.

I think he noticed what Mike was doing, "Uh, this is Luck." He took a step away, standing right next to me instead of being in front of me, acting as my barrier. "Luck, this is Mike." He nodded his head towards the tall male, indicating that he definitely is 'Mike'.

I waved sheepishly to him and he moved closer to me, "can I get you a drink?" The smell of alcohol on his breath gave me goosebumps. I shook my head left to right, affirming that it was a no.

"Alright baby doll, I'll see you around." He gave me a sly wink which made me feel disgusted. "Sorry about him, he's a little drunk." Brett said apologetically. "It's alright. He just made me feel uncomfortable is all." He gave me a friendly hug.

"Now lets go party." He gave me a full smile, showing his perfect teeth. I laughed, getting pulled to the dance floor, where a bunch of sweaty drunks are swaying and grinding to the beat.

How lovely.

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This is PART ONE of the party.

Sorry it's such a late update!! I just got really lazy... Oops!

Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I had fun writing in.

BUT the NEXT chapter will be filled with drama.

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Okay bye lovelies! <3

~Jacqui.xx