Unlucky: Luxury And a Lies

Chapter 1: An Unusual Night Minji's POV: Too many white lies...

The party was a chaotic blend of extravagance, with too many bottles of wine we couldn't even pronounce. It was the kind of place where you'd find a mix of hipsters and jocks, all high and intoxicated, and not a Lucky Charm in sight. I took a sip from my cup, feeling the strong liquid burn my throat as I observed the surroundings.

The pulsating music reverberated through the sprawling mansion, making it impossible to hold a conversation without shouting. Strobe lights flashed erratically, casting strange and unpredictable patterns on the revelers' faces. The air was thick with a heady mix of colognes and perfumes, masking the faint odor of smoke and alcohol that lingered in the background.

My attention kept returning to Danielle. I had only agreed to accompany her to this party because I was waiting for the right moment for her to motion me to follow her upstairs. I had her reasons for being here, and I was willingly along for the ride.

Too white lines littered this place, but this was the world we had found ourselves in tonight. Danielle wiped her nose, leaning back up with a dazed smile, and I couldn't help but feel out of place amidst all the revelry.

I let out a sigh, my patience growing thin. Danielle had promised that in five minutes, we'd make our exit. And honestly, I couldn't wait to get the heck out of here.

I'd always considered myself the more mature friend, and tonight was no exception. I had to drag a rather overly friendly Danielle into a secluded corner of the chaotic party. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, my tone stern as I tried to get through to her.

Danielle giggled, her head resting on my chest as if the alcohol had hit her much harder than I had anticipated. "Making friends, what about you, Dad?" She teased, her words slurred and incoherent. I knew she was only having fun, but I couldn't help the frustration building inside me.

I lifted her chin a bit too harshly, forcing her to meet my gaze. "If you're just gonna fuck around, I'm going home," I stated firmly, pushing her away. She always chased after me, and this time was no different.

"No, don't go, I need someone to drive me home," she pleaded, her voice a mix of desperation and playfulness. I let out a sigh, not out of understanding but rather the weight of her persistent antics. I turned around, and she pouted, giving me those puppy-dog eyes that I could never resist.

"Fine, five minutes," I conceded. She beamed and planted a kiss on my cheek before gallivanting off into the chaotic party once again. I sighed, realizing that tonight was turning out to be yet another example of the lives we lived: super-rich kids with nothing but loose ends, super-rich kids with nothing but fake friends.

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As I drove Danielle home in her father's Jaguar, I couldn't help but reflect on the night. Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar, I thought to myself. She lay beside me in the passenger seat, her soft snores filling the air. The idea of playing any music seemed unnecessary, and the silence in the car was calming. I knew I was a little tipsy, but still fit to drive.

Upon arriving at my house, the automatic gates opened for us, and I guided Danielle out of the car. Her weight leaned heavily on me as we carefully walked along the stepping stones towards the front door. She couldn't resist her usual giggles as we passed the stairs she was known to trip over. Her laughter was infectious, and she buried her head into my neck.

Inside, I unlocked the door, realizing that we had stayed at that party far longer than the initial five minutes I had promised. It was probably around 3 am now. My dad wasn't home, and my mom was somewhere, though I wasn't exactly sure where.

I sighed as I began the process of gently wiping the makeup from Danielle's face. The glitter that adorned her was slowly melting away. Even in her intoxicated state, she insisted on using a "cleansing balm," claiming she needed to maintain her clear skin. I couldn't help but smirk at how she remained a such a prissy baby even when drunk.

Using a towel, I washed her face and helped her undress. Our friendship held a level of comfort that allowed us to change in each other's presence without awkwardness. Besides she had already seen everything...She sipped water as I changed, and soon we found ourselves comfortably under the covers.

In the dark, Danielle's voice broke the silence. "Minji?" she called out softly. I responded with a low hum, acknowledging her presence. Her voice was barely above a mumble as she said, "I promise I'll get better," before dozing off.

I hummed once more, lost in my thoughts as I tried to find sleep in the midst of another unusual night.

Too many white lies...