It's not always Black and White

Drama. Drama. Drama

Bea's POV

The clock struck midnight, and I could hardly contain my excitement as MY house transformed into a buzzing hive of partygoers.

Music blared from the speakers and laughter echoed through the halls. With Grace, Steph, and Jess by my side, we were ready to unleash a night of epic proportions.

As the door swung open, Steph ushered in Jess's mystery man, who had us all buzzing with anticipation. The allure of the unknown left us on the edge of our seats, eagerly awaiting the reveal. But as Jess's face fell upon seeing him, she quickly sought solace on the dance floor, pairing up with another boy who caught her eye.

Meanwhile, I found myself stealing glances at the crowd, unable to resist the vibrant energy of the house party. And then, our gazes locked – a tall, handsome stranger looked at me like I was the only girl in the world. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and a mischievous smile curved his lips.

Guys BY THE WAY THIS WAS JESS'S MAN THAT SHE TURNED DOWN.

Approaching with confidence, he leaned in, his voice carrying over the music. "Hey, want to dance?" he asked, his voice smooth like silk.

I couldn't help but blush (even though I can't) as I nodded, feeling a thrill course through my veins. "Sure, let's dance," I replied, barely suppressing a delighted giggle.

He introduced himself as Hugo, his name rolling off his tongue like a seductive melody. With every beat of the music, we moved closer, our bodies swaying in perfect synchronicity. The world faded away as we danced, lost in a moment that felt magical.

And let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, he was simply stunning. With a face chiseled by angels and eyes that seemed to hold a universe of secrets, Hugo was a sight to behold. The room seemed to pause as we danced, the pounding music providing the backdrop for an enchanting connection.

"Bea is that you?"

Josh.
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Josh's POV

As the night air filled with laughter and the echo of clinking glasses, my friends and I strolled down the street towards Bea's house. We had just left the club, feeling invincible and ready to continue the night.

Theo stumbled next to me, a dazzling smile spread across his face, his arm draped around a stunning girl. "Hey, guys! Life is good, isn't it? I mean, look at her! She's a work of art!"

I chuckled, knowing that Theo's optimism was bound to come crashing down sooner or later. "Enjoy it while it lasts, mate. We all know how these things go."

With each step, the alcohol coursing through my veins seemed to blur my perception. But there was one thing that remained crystal clear in my mind – Bea. I had left the club alone, despite the enticing company of a beautiful girl. She had sparked my interest, but deep down, I knew she wasn't the type for a fling.

As we approached Bea's house, the sound of music grew louder, catching me off guard. I furrowed my brow, trying to recall if Bea had mentioned any plans for the night. Perhaps she had decided to throw an impromptu party, knowing her weird spontaneous nature.

Stepping through the front door, my senses were immediately assaulted by the sight of Bea, dancing with the one man I despised most in the world – aside from my dad, of course. It seemed that fate had a twisted sense of humor, intertwining our lives in the most unexpected of ways.

I exchanged glances with the boys, their bewildered expressions mirroring my own. It was as if time stood still, the room swirling in a haze of confusion and awkwardness.