Unlucky: Luxury And a Lies

Chapter 7: Holy shit, we won 2 POV's: He Can Be Both

We walked out of the building and onto the field, and I was instantly hit by the cacophony of noise that surrounded us. It was a mixture of cheers, chants, and the blaring of car horns from the ecstatic crowd. The sheer volume of the celebration took me aback.

Danielle stood beside me, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit, we won," she muttered, disbelief in her voice.

I couldn't help but scoff in disbelief as well. It certainly seemed that way, but I needed to see it with my own eyes to truly accept it. With that thought, I made my way through the jubilant crowd, searching for Perez.

I tapped his shoulder, and he turned to face me. The moment he saw me, his face lit up with an exuberant smile. Without warning, he scooped me up into a tight hug, lifting me off the ground momentarily. I couldn't help but laugh, caught off guard by his enthusiasm.

"Jesus, congrats, man," I said when he finally set me back on the ground. I glanced up at Stephan, who was also being hoisted into the air by his excited teammates. He must have played a crucial role in saving the day. I winked at him, and he responded with a proud smile.

"Now, who's ready for a party?" Jack yelled out, his voice carrying over the celebratory noise. The response from the crowd was thunderous cheers and applause. It was clear that the victory had set the stage for a night of revelry.

And so, with our football team's hard-earned victory in hand, we prepared to celebrate in style. It was a party that held the promise of not just getting wasted, but also perhaps taking things to the next level. The air was filled with a sense of triumph and excitement, and the night was still young, promising unforgettable moments as we embarked on our post-game adventure.

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The party was actually... not bad, I thought to myself as I sipped on my drink. The Wilder family's house was quite the spectacle, not as grand as Danielle's, but certainly sizeable compared to mine. The night was young, and the house was alive with energy, pulsating with the rhythm of the music and the laughter of the partygoers.

Danielle, dressed in her cheerleader uniform, was in her element, dancing with her fellow cheerleaders in the midst of the crowd. The living room was a whirlwind of movement, the colorful pom-poms in their hands adding to the vibrant atmosphere.

The surroundings were a blend of opulence and extravagance. The grand living room was adorned with elegant furniture and artwork, the walls painted with splashes of warm colors that complemented the party's lively atmosphere. The large windows allowed glimpses of the expansive backyard, where some guests had ventured, no doubt to enjoy the warm night air.

Rap music throbbed through the house, the bass making the empty cups on the counters vibrate in rhythm with the beats. I leaned against the kitchen island, content to chill and observe the lively scene around me.

"Minji, right?" I heard a voice call out over the music. I turned around to see a girl approaching me, a warm smile on her face. Her teeth had small gems embedded in them, a unique touch that caught my attention.

I nodded in response, giving her a curious once-over. "Yeah, that's me," I replied. It wasn't often that someone approached me at parties, as my reputation tended to precede me. Most people either saw me as a means to an end or were too intimidated to interact with me.

"I've seen you around, and you seem cool, I've just been too shy to as you to dance" she said, her voice barely audible over the music. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes meeting mine. I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised that this girl wanted to talk to me.

"Yeah, we can dance," I replied, placing my cup down and taking her hand. With her hand in mine, she led me into the living room, where the music was even more deafening, and the dance floor beckoned us to join the rhythm of the night.

Her choice of dance was intriguing, to say the least. It was evident that she was here to make an impression and draw attention. As the music pulsed through the living room, she swayed her hips and ran her hands sensually over her body, making each movement look effortless and enticing. Her dance was captivating, to say the least.

I, on the other hand, stuck to my own awkward groove. Dancing had never been my strong suit, and I typically preferred to blend into the background during such social gatherings. But watching her move was mesmerizing, and even I found myself getting lost in her rhythm.

When she turned and started dancing closer to me, all I could think was, "Holy shit." The proximity and the intensity of her dance moves left me both stunned and intrigued. I felt a rush of heat as her body moved in tantalizing proximity to mine. I couldn't help but wonder if Perez was witnessing this spectacle as well, and I knew I'd have to tell him about it later.

Speaking of Perez, I realized that I had lost sight of him in the midst of the party. I scanned the crowded room, trying to spot him amidst the dancing, laughter, and chaos. It was as if the house had transformed into a lively, pulsating universe of its own.

As the music continued to blare and the party showed no signs of slowing down, I couldn't help but wonder where Perez had disappeared to. It was the kind of night that begged for everyone to be present and enjoy the revelry, and I hoped to find him soon to share in the celebration.

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I sighed, feeling the soothing effects of the weed take hold. This was exactly what I needed, a moment to unwind and escape the chaos of the party. I found myself in a random bedroom, but it was surprisingly neat, with black sheets and plain furniture. However, it was the posters adorning the walls that provided insight into the occupant's personality. Frank Ocean, SZA, Chase Atlantic, Gretn Perez, and Gemini—a mix of artists that suggested the person living here was a complex blend of an asshole and a sweetheart. I had a feeling we could get along.

As I settled in, enjoying the calming effects of the weed, I suddenly heard a muttered exclamation from the doorway. I sat up, my eyes widening when I recognized the newcomer.

"Oh shit, Wilder," I greeted him with a smile, though he seemed rather concerned as he shut the door behind him.

Wilder's tone was understandably puzzled as he asked, "Perez, Why are you in my bed?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation. "Damn, I can't believe you listen to New Jeans," I remarked, my amusement evident.

His face reddened in embarrassment as he walked over to me, clearly flustered. "Don't tell anybody," he muttered, looking genuinely worried.

I took a sniff of the air in front of me and smirked. "And you're seriously smoking in some random person's room?" Wilder questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I nodded, still finding the situation rather amusing. "It's not random, it's yours," I stated, looking at him directly.

He paused for a moment, as if processing my words. Then he took a deep breath before saying, "Hand it over."