The Gifted Curse

6: Party Rules

I once myself over as Dillon finds a better parking spot closer to the house. Before I realize what he's doing, we're pulling into the garage.

"What are you doing?" I hiss. Dillon looks at me with a huge grin and shakes his head.

"Uh, going to a party with a beautiful girl." He replies with the same grin on his lips. I roll my eyes and go to open up the door. "I got permission." He blurts and I turn to look at him with slightly wide eyes.

"What do you mean you got permission?" I quiz. Dillon rolls his eyes and nods towards the garage door that's open.

"I got permission." He repeats with a bland look. I sigh and continue to get out of his beautiful car. Goodbye lovely, I'll see you soon. "Also, don't drink too much." He gives me a pointed look over the hood of the car. I roll my eyes and scoff.

"As if," I pause, looking at him with confusion lining my eyes. "Wait, there's alcohol here?" I inquire, completely passing up the fact that he'd been worried about me drinking too much. Dillon chuckles and locks his beautiful vehicle.

"It's a high school party Livia, of course, there's going to be all kinds of drinks. Especially at one of Eric's parties." He then glares at the door that I'm assuming leads into the house. I shrug and turn towards that very door.

"Never thought real parties would be like the ones in all those movies and books I read." I tilt my head and suddenly a smile makes its way onto my face. "Now, shall we?" I extend my arm to Dillon and he gladly takes it.

"My lady." He grins and I feel my insides flip. I blink flirtatiously and press myself into Dillon's arm.

"Good sir," I reply but then my feet stop in their tracks. "Wait, what am I even supposed to do at this party?" I question, my eyes looking around the garage frantically. Dillon chuckles and squeezes my arm.

"All you have to do is to make new friends and possibly dance." He looks at me reassuringly and his looks comfort me until he ruins the moment. "Also don't drink." He adds. I groan and release his arm and stomp towards the door. I grasp the knob and swing it open.

"I make no promises." I grin and step into the house. I instantly hear the soft pounding of the bass in a song. I look around the entrance with wonder filling my eyes. "This house is beautiful." I breathe under my breath. Dillon comes up next to me with his hands on his hips. He looks around the house too, an almost proud look in his eyes. I follow his look to a set of stairs that lead up to a loft. The door we're standing by leads into the kitchen which is covered with dark wood and modern windows, lighting, and marble. The house is very open so I'm able to see a group of people standing around the corner in what looks like a lounge area with white couches. I tilt my head as I watch one girl start to laugh. She then takes a big swing of a light looking liquid. I blink slowly as the group giggles at her reaction after chugging the rest of her drink. She has dark hair, but it's cut into a cute bob. She looks older than Dillon and she shares his talent for having a drop dead body. Her curves naturally fill the black cocktail dress she's in. Her long limbs make her look elegant and not slutty. Dillon see's me staring and a smile crosses his lips. 

With one swift move, Dillon has my hand and is dragging me over to the group of seemingly close friends. When we get closer I can see that the group contains 5 more girls and 3 boys. Dillon sets me in front of his body and starts to push me towards them. I blink wildly and try to get out of Dillon's grip. "Dillon." I hiss and elbow him in the stomach. 

"No, I want you to meet them." He hisses back. I sigh in defeat and allow him to push me along. The girl I was practically checking out earlier notices us first. Rather, she notices Dillon first. She doesn't have her glass in her hand anymore so she puts her hands up to her cheeks in surprise.