Typical teenager, a junior in Kimber High in North Carolina. Admired by the whole town she has a residence in, and known for her captivating beauty and manners. Laila Stars, the one admired by all but not by the most important person. Herself.
Lail...
"Where are my heels?" Hailee shouts as she's frantically shuffling through the pile of clothing on Francesca's bed. We decided to get ready for this party at Fran's house from early morning. Avery and I exchange looks, and Francesca pulls a pair of heels from her closet.
"Wear those instead, I'll look for them later," she throws the heels towards Hailee, and she catches them when sprinting towards the bathroom. Everyone is ready, besides Hailee fitting in her new shoes. Avery is wearing an elegant black dress cut right above her knee with half sleeves and a lacy pattern on it. Hailee bursts out of the bathroom with a short, purple sleeveless dress around her neck, and flows down to her upper thigh. Francesca has a long, red velvet dress torn from one side till her thigh. As for me, I'm wearing a darker shade of purple, floral dress, and the sleeves are cut right after my elbow.
When we all fight over the mirror to make sure we look presentable, we walk to the front porch and wait until Lena arrives in her SUV.
"Miles isn't coming?" I ask Fran, and put a strand behind my ear from all of the wind slapping our faces.
Lena's SUV arrives and Fran just shakes her head at me, "Too busy doing with homework with some girl."
"Homework, sure," Hailee chuckles before entering the back seat with Fran and Avery. I jump into shotgun and get taken back by the string scent of Jasmine. Lena did go a little overboard when I told her make the car normal and not too freaky.
I suddenly remember that we need to meet Zayn at the party and a wide smile appears on my face. I'm thankful Hailee can't see me right now, she would start her endless teasing. Intertwining my hands together, I hope this party isn't something I regret later on.
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Lights, colors and my eyes being forcefully closed with each step I take. The music is pumping into my ears, and the sounds of scream follow. Hailee is already dancing to the beat with Francesca. They all raise their hands into the air as the music continues. Time is passing in a blur. Lena is swaying her hips to my right, Avery sitting at a bar stool behind me. Everyone seems to be doing their own things, but what the hell am I doing?
I'm awkwardly standing in the middle of the dance floor with random people bumping into me. My arms are crossed around my waist as I observe this place. This doesn't last for long until a pair of arms wrap around my fragile shoulders. I let out a loud squeal and recognize the person from the smell, "As scaring me yesterday wasn't enough, Zayn?"
"Your reactions are funny, don't blame me," he lets out his signature laugh.
I playfully roll my eyes, "I wish I hadn't come here."
"It's too much fun for you not to come here, Lily," he dramatically says, "besides, it's a party!"
"They aren't my thing. I'd rather do the classic sitting-at-home-while-watching-TV," I state, out of boredom. The music is finally changed, and Zayn dances funkily. I giggle for a bit. It's just like him when he was a little kid dancing to Italian songs.
"Move it!" He squeals to my face as he's dancing like a monkey. He throws dirty leaves at me, and I quickly dodge it by starting to dance.
I decide to live the moment and forget about everything for a while. About everything, and by everything, I mean everything.
"Daddy!" I obnoxiously scream- I swirl around myself while swaying my hips, I think I bumped into Francesca because she pulls me towards her and we start dancing together. I think Zayn is gone from behind me, I can't smell his scent anymore. That doesn't matter, I'm having fun. I'm having fun!
"I'm going to get more drinks." Francesca shouts. It didn't take me long before replying to Fran, "Get me one with you!" She gives me a reluctant nod before walking into the full crowd.
I collapse on the comfortable couch, eyeing the wine cellar beside the TV. I've never had an actual drink before, I didn't see the point of frying the back of your throat and going nuts. But tonight, may things change.
Now I see the point while gulping the whole drink into my throat. Francesca's distant voice keeps trying to tell me to slow down, but I'm already too deep in this party.
I dance.
And dance.
And dance.
The night is still young.
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