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Chapter 21: Special

Saturday, July 20
Los Angeles, CA
9:34 PM

"Oh my god... can we please leave?" I groan to Laura.

"And..." she says adjusting a piece of my hair. "Perfect!" she looks like she just painted the freaking Mona Lisa or something.

"There is no way in hell why this should've taken three hours. I know I'm not the baddest bitch in the game, but I'm also not the ugliest," I say standing up for the first time in what feels like eternity.

"I just wanted to make sure that your first party was special," she sighs.

"Well thank you, I do look fine!" I say looking back at it.

"Conceited ass," Laura mumbles.

"I'm sorry what?!" I say grabbing my purse.

"Nothing best friend," she replies.

"Mhm, that's what I thought," I laugh.

"Leggo!" Laura screams.

Jesus take the wheel - I think to myself.

I've literally never been to a party in my entire life. I didn't go to any school dances, I never had a birthday party for myself nor did I ever go to other people's, and I never went to prom.

Prom was something that girls are taught to look forward to as they are growing up. My father didn't allowed me to go to prom. He told me that it was full of whores and sluts who were just gonna be "asking for it". Instead, I spent prom night at the library. Alone.

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We finally pull up to this big ass mansion that is packed with people. There are so many cars here that they have the entire street blocked off. Lena must've thrown some really great parties in the past in order for this many people to be here.

"Damn, who is Lena? Fucking Beyoncé?" I ask Laura who is in a state of aw as well.

"Usually her parties aren't this packed. I guess she decided to do something different. But I don't mind. That's just means there are more potential boy toys inside for me," she replies with a wink.

"Oh god, remember what I told you L. If I get uncomfortable and want to leave you have to be available," I say looking her in the eye to make sure she understands.

I notice that she isn't making eye contact and her eyes are locked on something, or someone, else.

"Hello? Earth to Laura Danielle Cruz?" I snap my fingers in front of her.

"Okay okay. I get it. Be available. Now can we go in?" she begs yanking my hand.

She is not gonna be available - I think to myself.

"Okay, I guess so," I groan.

We walk into the huge mansion and we are met with loud music, drunk people dancing around, and couples eating each others faces. If this is what a party looks like, then I'm actually glad my father never let me go.

Once we get into the house Laura leads me into what I believe is this kitchen. She grabs two cups of some type of blue liquid. There is no telling what the hell is in this drink. For all we know someone could have slipped some shit in there and we could all be dead by tomorrow.