Seline, a girl whose parents left when she was still a baby, was left in custody with her aunt. They led a life of poverty, until she got accepted into Twins Academy, a college she would never have expected to be associated with all her life, includ...
So I ended up staring out of the car window with Dylan teasing me the whole way to the party. Great.
"We're here."
"Woah." The car had rolled to a stop in front of a... castle. Or at least it looked like one to me.
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The mansion was humongous, decked out in its white, gold and blue classic colours. The architecture was intricate. Gold detailing lined every edge of the art piece, with the windows tinted a perfect blue. Bright, beautiful flowerbeds decorated the front porch, adding colour and life to the place. I couldn't contain my bewilderment. It was the biggest, most picturesque mansion I had ever seen.
"How many times can your jaw drop in a day?" A voice sounded from right beside my ear. I jumped.
"Dylan!" Dylan looked like he was having the time of his life laughing his head off. I crossed my arms in annoyance. "Are we going in or what?"
"Of course." Dylan replied after he finally stopped laughing. He held his hand out towards me, "Come, my princess."
I took his hand and we started walking towards the front door of the mansion. Here goes.
"Hey, Dylan." The door swung open after Dylan pressed the door bell. Two ladies wearing beautiful gowns greeted us. Actually, just Dylan. They kind of.. glared at me.
"Hey, Rachel. Hey, Candie." Funny how their faces changed to all-smiles when they turned back to Dylan. Dylan seemed to know as he wrapped his arm protectively around my shoulders. "I invited Seline to the party as my date. Be gentle to her, ladies."
"Oh why wouldn't we?" The blonde, Rachel, replied in a much-too-sweet tone as she flashed her million dollar smile at me. So much pretence.
"Dylan! Bro! You finally came. Thought you ain't gonna come." A brown-haired guy with dark brown eyes walked towards us. He gave me a once-over and winked playfully at Dylan. "See that you got yourself a good one." Was he just referring to me? I blushed furiously.
Dylan smacked the guy on the arm lightly. "Hey, manners to Seline. She's a good friend of mine."
"Okay okay." The guy raised his hands in defeat. "Anyway, it's great that you're here. They're waiting for you at the back." They? Who's waiting for Dylan? Not that it's any of my business.
"Got it." Dylan turned back to me. "Seline, could you wait for me? I've got some matters to attend to, I'll be back with you shortly, I promise."
"Yeah sure, Dylan, don't worry about it. I can manage on my own." I flashed him a smile. He mouthed a last 'sorry' before running off, leaving me standing by myself in the spacious room. I inhaled deeply. I told Dylan I could manage on my own but.. I looked around me. Loud music was blasting from the speakers installed all around the house. People were dancing everywhere - the dance floor with LED neon lights, the sofas, and even on table tops. Its elegant exterior looked nothing like the interior. There were used red cups, tissue paper strewn all over the floors and furniture, and the whole place smelt like alcohol, even with the air-con blowing at full blast.
"Excuse me." I stepped over a couple crouching (doing who knows what) and made my way over to the drinks bar at the centre of the room.
"What would you like, beautiful?" The bartender asked after I sat down on one of the leather stools. "Just orange juice, thanks." I don't think I want to touch alcohol in this place. A guy who looked my age was already passed out on the table on my right though it was still broad daylight, still holding his shot glass with his mouth wide open. Yep. No alcohol for me.
"Excuse me, Seline?"
I turned around at the sound of my name. The same brown-haired guy I saw earlier was standing in front of me. He had a look of uneasiness on his face.
"Yes? Aren't you Dylan's friend?" I asked as I recognised the guy, part concerned, part curious as to what he was going to say.
"Actually.." His hands couldn't stop fidgeting as he replied me. "Dylan's in trouble."
"What?! What happened? What kind of trouble?" I panicked. Is he hurt? Did he get into a fight? Questions just came pouring into my head, one by one. What happened while he was gone?
"He told me to tell you to meet him at the storeroom outside. That he needed your help or something."
"Okay." I stood up immediately and gathered my belongings. "Thanks for telling me!" I shouted as I started running towards the door. Or as fast as I could manage in heels.
