The Search For Dakota Thompson

Chapter 9:

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Draft Entry Seventeen-
03/24/20
Calissa Thompson
Williamson Co' Publishers
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That nights events are clear to me even now. I could tell you the sound of the break in Lykans voice or the colour in Toms eyes.

That night, is one I don't think will ever fade from my memory.

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To call it a house was an understatement. Standing tall in front of the car was a building, 5x the size of a normal family house.

I think the word best suited was mansion.

In a line of four, we made our way towards the party, which was already well into motion.

There was something about college parties, they never seem to begin, or end, without help of the cops.

Growing in my stomach, my nerves increased with every perfectly synchronized step we took.

Immediately I stopped once we reached the entrance to the drive. The large metal gates, similar to Andrews, yet the gates in front of us were open.

Subconsciously the other three following my actions.

"We just following Westbrooke's plan?" Jess hummed, running her hands over her skin tight, dark lavender dress.

"No." Lykan and Tom said bluntly. "Change of heart I guess?" I laughed, knowing one of them would disagree with going about things the easy way.

"So? What are we doing?" Jess asked, standing to face the three of us.

"Jess you take the guy who'll be at Thomas' side. Get him away from Cole, then I've got it covered from then on out." Lee ran his fingers across his jaw.

"And me and Calissa?" Tom asked, running his hand across his chocolate brown hair, held from his forehead by a heavy amount of hair gel. With a wet glisten to each strand.

"You find out as much as you can. Talk to people, try get a hold of one of Cole's men's jackets, get their car keys, listen to conversations. I know Calissa's good at that." He smirked, challenging me to say something. I didn't, I just allowed my lips to curl up. Matching Lykan's expression.

After a moment of contemplating silence between us, I spoke up.

"This should be fun."

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2 hours before:

10:58pm

The party was unlike anything I'd ever been to before. Don't get me wrong, I'd been to high school parties and such, but this was on another level.

The room I was in was cramped, everywhere I turned there was people, dancing, drinking, making out. I could have swore I saw a guy passed out in the middle of the floor.

We'd been here for hours and all I had accomplished was loosing Tom. I lost him about 20 minutes ago in another room, so fighting my way through the mass of bodies, I stumbled my way to the kitchen.