The house was stunning, like something straight out of a movie. It was a massive, modern mansion with sleek glass windows, a perfectly manicured lawn, and a pool that glowed blue in the evening light. Lights were strung up everywhere, casting a warm glow over the partygoers, and the sound of laughter and music spilled out onto the street. The driveway was packed with expensive cars, the kind you'd see in a rap video.
It was early September, and the warm evening air carried a hint of the cooler fall nights to come. The front yard was adorned with lush greenery and colorful flower beds, still vibrant from the summer. The trees lining the driveway were just starting to turn, adding a touch of golden leaves to the scene, making everything feel like a picture-perfect transition from summer to fall.
I stood nervously in front of the building, taking it all in. My heart was racing. Ishani, Alisha, and Lamar were doing pretty good, I would say perfect. Ishani was on cloud nine, like her childhood dream had finally come true. She looked amazing: a white crop top, a short black leather skirt, and matching black boots. The white eyeliner on her dark skin complexion made her features pop perfectly. It seemed like nothing could dampen her mood, and it was no wonder — after all, her ex bff, Irene, had been humiliated in front of two schools during the game. Judging by the posts online, no one cared about the team's loss. Everyone was fixated on the scandal, its key players, and, of course, the birthday of the most popular girl in school.
The place was buzzing with energy; you could feel the excitement in the air. Teenagers were everywhere, holding iconic red plastic cups, chatting and dancing. Inside, I could see banners with "Happy Birthday" written in glittery letters, balloons, and streamers decorating the high ceilings. The whole setup screamed stylish and rich, the kind of party everyone dreams about but only a few ever get to experience.
I took a deep breath and walked in, instantly hit by the smell of popcorn and the thumping bass of the latest hit song. I was about to show the Handbook I was keeping in Jess's flat purse she had given me before. Since I rolled up with Lamar, the ex-football star, and Alisha, the rising sensation, nobody even bothered to check our invites. I did spot, out of the corner of my eye, a couple of guys our age, who I didn't recognize, playing bodyguards and stopping these two fifteen-year-old girls from sneaking in through the back.
Some kids were lounging by the pool, others were playing beer pong on a long table set up on the patio. The house itself was like a maze of luxury — polished marble floors, high ceilings, and walls adorned with tasteful art. The living room had a massive flat-screen TV, and the kitchen was sleek and modern, stocked with every kind of snack and drink imaginable.
Alisha and Ishani disappeared in a flash. I think Ishani mentioned something about powdering her nose, but before I could even react, I found myself alone amidst a bunch of partying and slightly tipsy teenagers. There was no sign of Bianca's parents anywhere. There were a couple of girls and guys who looked like college freshmen, lounging around the kitchen island, casually sipping on beer.
"Looks like it's just us," Lamar said, smiling sweetly at me.
"Yeah," I chuckled nervously, unsure of how to keep the conversation going with him. When we were in a big group, I could easily talk to men, like the big crowd provided this platonic atmosphere for me.
And then I saw her – Bianca, the center of it all, laughing and talking with a group of friends near a bar set up with every soda and snack you could think of. I totally forgot about Lamar. She looked incredible. I felt a knot of nerves tighten in my stomach. This was the kind of night where anything could happen, and as I glanced around, I felt both a thrill of excitement and a pang of nervousness. This was my chance to fit in, to be part of the scene. Taking another deep breath, I made my way through the crowd, hoping that tonight, something magical would happen.
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