IMPREVISÍVEIS I

WHEN ALL COMES FALLING DOWN

Plazezwski's Mansion — 11/28/2017, 03:27 AM.

The farewell party for the 2017 seniors had started about five hours ago and was still going strong. People were making out everywhere, the music was loud, all kinds of drinks were spread around the house, the pool was full and the rooms were packed, yes, Edward Plazezwski really knew how to throw a great party.
But unfortunately, he didn't know how to get out of debt. Oh, he would hate Logan Wilkerson forever after this...
"I-I... I swear Will, if you give me one more month I can do it, I swear I can do it."
Will laughed and kept the gun pointed at the boy's head. The two were locked in one of the thousands of rooms on the third floor of the house.
"There's no point in begging Plazezwski, I've already given you almost nine months, almost a child, and I haven't even seen a trace of my money. Who are you trying to fool, huh?
"It was all Wilkerson's fault! I have nothing to do with this, you know! For starters, I never asked you for anything more than flowers! Marijuana flowers, Will! Those candies and sweets weren't my doing." Edward justified himself, his eyes still closed.
"You agreed to keep them, you lost them and screwed up my scheme. So now you're the one who's going to pay, with money or with your life."

•••

In one of the locked rooms on the second floor were Michael Foley and Thomaz Landucci, both were considerably drunk and an unknown desire to kiss Thomaz's lips made Michael move forward, the two fell on the incredible and gigantic double bed that was in the room, the temperature was rising more and more, Landucci ran his hands all over Michael's body, who was giving Thomaz's neck light hickeys and pulling the boy's hair hard as he felt his ass being groped with some force.
Where was all this boldness coming from? This certainly wasn't Michael, he would never have the courage to do something like that. Oh, damn the tequila shots Lucas made him take all night.
Then Thomaz took off his red shirt, he was panting, disheveled and looking at Mike with desire overflowing in his eyes.
"Mikey, are you sure you want this? Now?"
"I..."

•••

The mansion's kitchen was full of trash but empty of people, the kitchen sink covered in disposable plates and cups, empty bottles of drinks were thrown across the dining table, Edward's maid would have a lot of work on Monday.

Sitting on the floor and leaning against the refrigerator was Izzy, her makeup all smeared, her hair disheveled, her face between her knees and her arms hugging her own legs.
Nattalie Owen watched the scene from afar, leaning against the kitchen door frame. She felt so sorry for her friend. She wished she could do something to help her, but there was nothing she could do. She knew that comforting Izzy now wouldn't do any good, and she knew that fighting with her best friend, Aiden Frenzzi, for leaving the girl in this state wouldn't do any good. She would only get more stressed.
"Where is she?" Tate Rogers and Troy Cameron appeared in the kitchen.
"She's over there." Nattalie nodded. "But I forbid you to bother her."

"Let's not bother her, let's comfort her." Troy said.

"Better not, guys. Let her cry. Sometimes crying is good. Maybe she needs it. Crying cleanses the soul, you know?" Tate rolled his eyes. Nattalie didn't know anything. Nattalie was just talking nonsense so that no one would go and get satisfaction from her best friend.

"Where's that little shit Freeze?"  Tate said angrily.
"You're not going to get satisfaction from him, much less fight with him." Natt scolded him.
"We're not going to fight with him, we're just going to give this guy a good beating. Who does he think he is to come into our lives like this and do the damage he did to Izzy?" Troy had the same serious tone of voice as Tate. "After everything she's already had to go through..."
"I know guys, but violence..."
"FUCK IT, NATTALIE!" Tate cut her off. "I'M GOING TO BREAK HIM, WHERE'S MATTHEW?"
Tate and Troy ran out of the kitchen after their friend Matthew Sinclair, who they were counting on to help them teach Aiden Frenzzi a lesson, and Nattalie Owen ran after the boys, the last thing they needed now was a fight.
Izzy slowly raised her head when she realized everyone had already left. She had heard everything, and even though she agreed with everything Nattalie said, she wanted her friends to leave Freeze with at least a few scratches and a black eye. He deserved it. But she didn't deserve it, could it just be karma, going through all that drama again? Yeah, it seems like someone up there doesn't like seeing Izzy happy, can't it be...