𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛

06

Imani

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It was warm with a slight breeze blowing around us. Destiny took it upon herself to dress me up in the shortest skirt ever, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't look good on me.

The purple Halter top complimented the leather skirt perfectly — not to mention the way my breast looked perfect being held up by the form fitting top. The house boomed with music and bodies coming in and out of the the big mansion that was straight up something out of a Beverly Hills magazine.

We didn't really have places like this at my old home. These kids definitely live the rich life style. Totally different than what I'm used to. The only type of parties held in Orgeon were the ones in the woods, teens dancing around the big bon fire or maybe even diving in the fresh water lakes.

I followed her high heeled foot steps up the drive way and into the big 3 story home. Bodies grinding against each other, no doubt getting hot underneath their clothing. Soon they would be hot and ready for more than just dancing. Every corner we round had at least one to two people making out and the rest just held red cups filled with something.

"Want a drink boo?" Destiny asked me to which I happily obliged. I needed something to ease the nervousness oozing from my pores left and right. I didn't understand why, but it felt like I was already to much under pressure.

Like the weight of something was resting on my shoulders. When Destiny handed me a cup, I gulped it down in two sips. "Damn bitch. That was a double shot! Slow down!" She laughed me off, but instead of pouring me another shot, she filled my cup with jungle juice.

Warmth spread from my belly throughout my body. Now regretting that double shot of, whatever the fuck it was, because now that the hot liquid has landed in the pit of my stomach, I could already feel myself getting woozy.

"I didn't think that through honestly." I spoke while taking the jungle juice and Sipping it slow. It tasted great. Could barely even tell if there was alcohol present. "Yeah well, slow down. Don't need you drunk before the party starts, that shot was fucking Casamigos."

Right, I definitely didn't want to lose myself in this battle against my beverage. We pushed our way through the crowd, trying to find a nice spot to sit, which was kinda difficult, but we made it work.

We placed ourselves next to a group of her associates that she knew and introduced us.

It was 3 others. Two guys, Keith and Eric, and another girl, her name was Sandra. They all had seemed pretty cool, but me being me, I felt as though Sandra was giving the bear minimum. Like she was trying to deliberately not make conversations with me.

I didn't care, whatever her problem was, was on her, but it still didn't make me feel any better. So I sipped my drink, taking myself from whatever topic they started to mouth off about. It was only about an hour in and I already felt my battery running low.

Bored and the feeling of being outcasted to strong, and like an automatic response, I blurred everything out.

The music, the conversations, the people.

They weren't here. They were all muffled by the brain fog I had seemed to be experiencing quite alot. I scan my gaze around the big house. We were in the wide open space of the living room. A half circle couch placed in the middle of the indented floor, and a wide screen 80 inch TV was mounted on the wall in the middle. Off to the right of us was a sleek and modern fire place with a white bench placed in front.