All characters are 18 and high school seniors.
❥ Elizabeth Alardo craves power. She craves power over her school, and power over people. And soon, power over the nerd. With her Queendom being threatened, he couldn't come at a better time. Almost li...
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I fiddle around with the thread from my sweater as I wait for Eliza to finish greeting people. The flowers I got her are set in the middle of the foyer in an expensive looking vase. It was the only expensive and fragile thing still out. Everything else had been safely tucked away, I helped with that.
Scanning the room, I find it's full of popular kids, people who were a part of Eliza and Alejandra's group. Expensive clothing, charismatic personalities, I would feel out of place if not for Eliza. I belong by her side.
Someone passes me a blunt, I take it. I'll need it if I want to survive this night. Two puffs and i pass it on.
The room is covered with pink balloons and gold tassels. The floors are decorated in colorful confetti they popped when Alejandra walked in. She's now sitting on a high chair with a crown on her head.
I glance up at Eliza as she walks up to me with a big smile on her face. A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips. Her luxuriant blonde hair bouncing with every step she takes, her sharp eyes studying me make me want to spill everything. But I hold myself back.
I'm determined to clear up any misunderstanding between me and Eliza, tonight. If Iju didn't unintentionally help me find that asshole, I would have gotten rid of her. But I'm still no closer to finding—
"Having fun?"
"Yes." It wasn't a complete lie, watching her is what I live for.
"C-can we talk.. somewhere more private?" I find the nerve to ask.
"Sure.." she scans the room, trying to find somewhere more private. "Maybe upstairs."
I nod in agreement.
She whips her head around when the doorbell rings. Then looks back at me apologetically, "I have to go get that, wait for me upstairs."
The blunt makes it's way back to me. I take three long drags this time before passing it to the next person. Against etiquette but I need it if I'm gonna talk to Eliza properly. I can never think straight around her.
On my way up the stairs, I hear new voices hoot out a "let's get this party started." As more people filter in and the music switches from the classic birthday song to "in da club" by 50 cent.
The upstairs is just as luxurious as the rest of the house. I never knew a hallway needed such an extravagant chandelier. I eye the double doors I knew led to Eliza's room. She never specified where upstairs, and I've been there before.
My hand slowly open the door, it feels weird not using the window. I walk into the familiar room, taking in every detail of her pink and white room. I can feel the beat from the music downstairs. Memories of her naked body flash before my eyes as I look upon her silk sheets.
The only place I have never been in are her bathroom and walk in. I open the door to her walk in, lined with rows of clothes. I'm unfamiliar with most of these brands but I can tell they're expensive. I start looking around for her panty drawer. I open a few drawers and find socks, bras, and hair accessories, yet no panties. I then open the double doors to one of the dressers.
What I am met with makes me stumble back. I trip on air and fall on my ass, hitting a vase on my way down.
"Ivan.." Eliza's familiar voice gasps out yet my eyes stay trained on the dresser, feeling shocked.
