Unlucky: Luxury And a Lies

Chapter 15: Weight Off My Shoulders 2 POV's: She Ain't Shit

He shuddered beneath me, and I reveled in the sensation of his trembling body pressed close. The remnants of smoke still lingered in the air, casting a hazy veil over the room. My vision blurred, and I couldn't help but inhale deeply, savoring the lingering aroma.

"Please," he rasped, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his desire evident. I couldn't deny him what he wanted, so my hands began to roam his body, tracing every contour and curve. He surrendered to the overwhelming feelings that coursed through him, muttering incoherent words of longing and pleasure.

I buried my head into the crook of his neck, his vulnerability making me admit that he could be cute, even charming at times. Despite the complexities of our connection, I was gradually warming up to him, unable to resist the chemistry that pulsed between us.

His fingers found my biceps, gripping them desperately. "Perez, please," he whimpered, his voice low and needy. I let out a sigh, increasing the intensity, eliciting a deep moan from him. His head plunged into the sheets, and he cried out in silence, lost in the intoxication of the moment.

With a smirk, I reached for the spliff I had leaned against the nightstand. Taking a drag, I offered it to him. He took it, but he was still somewhat out of it, the blunt almost slipping from his lips. I chuckled softly, taking the spliff from him before he could drop it, content in the knowledge that this connection between us was far from over.

- (Minji's POV:)

The next day at school, I went through my usual routine, as if nothing had changed. Perez walked close behind me, a constant presence that I couldn't escape. But my thoughts were consumed by the memories of the previous night.

As I approached my best friend Danielle at her locker, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I wanted to know how she was doing after the tumultuous evening we had shared. With a light tap on her shoulder, I murmured, "Dani." She turned to face me, and her expression immediately deflated.

"Are you okay—?" I began, my concern evident in my voice. But before I could finish my sentence, Cassie approached and tapped Danielle on the shoulder. They exchanged a glance, and in an instant, Cassie wrapped her arm around Danielle, and they walked away together, leaving me behind without a word.

I stood there, utterly bewildered by their abrupt departure. "What the fuck ?" I muttered under my breath, frustrated and feeling left in the dark about what was happening between them.

Perez, who had been standing behind me, offered his observation, his voice carrying a hint of understanding, "That's deep." His words echoed the complexity of the situation, leaving me with more questions than answers, and I couldn't help but wonder what had transpired between Danielle and Cassie overnight.

-

"Just drop it, drop her," Perez advised once again, a phrase he had been repeating like a broken record. Letting go of Danielle was proving to be much harder than I had anticipated. I couldn't help but steal a glance over at their group. Danielle sat there, her usual vivacious self replaced by a quiet demeanor as the girls chatted around her.

A sigh escaped my lips. "This is fucking crazy," I muttered, feeling burdened by the weight of the situation.

Perez leaned in, his voice soothing. "And not your fault."

I nodded, appreciating his words of reassurance. Deep down, I knew he was right, but it still felt like a tangle of guilt and confusion.

Stephen, a friend who was sitting with us, chimed in with a wry smile. "So much gossip, huh?" He took a bite of his fish cake.

I nodded, realizing that rumors were bound to spread like wildfire in a place like this. Then, James added an unexpected twist to the conversation. "Well, there's a party at Evan's. We could fuck shit up there."

My interest piqued at the mention of a party. Perez leaned in closer, intrigued as well. "Evan?" he echoed.

Jack, who had been listening to our conversation, nodded with enthusiasm. "We should all go. The new girl's coming too."

"New girl?" Perez and I asked simultaneously.

"Well, there's your new friend, sorted," Perez said with a shrug . My brow furrowed as I fiddled with my food. The idea of going to a party was appealing, but the complexities of my friendships weighed heavily on my mind. Danielle hadn't been eating, and I couldn't help but worry about her. But then again, she was not my responsibility.

I turned back to the boys, pushing my concerns aside. "So when's this party?" I inquired, eager for a change of pace. Perez's lips curled into a smile, and for a moment, it felt like an opportunity to escape the tangled web of emotions that had been plaguing me.

"Are you going to the party? It'd be nice if you came," I asked Mia, genuinely hoping for her presence at the event. Her response was casual, as she shrugged her shoulders. "If you are, I will."

A smile graced my lips. "Great, I'll see you there. It's tonight," I informed her. She nodded in agreement, then walked off to her next class.

As I turned around and continued my day, I realized that I needed to adapt. This party was an opportunity to shed the burdens I had been carrying, if only for a night. It was time to let loose, to let go of the weight that had been resting on my shoulders. Tonight was a chance to experience life without the heavy cloud of worry and confusion, and I intended to make the most of it.

Returning home, my mind buzzed with thoughts of the party, and I already had an outfit idea forming in my mind. The anticipation for the night ahead filled me with a mix of excitement and apprehension, but I was determined to face it head-on.