Broken

*Chapter 10|Scar*

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Song - Radioactive | Imagine Dragons

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•Bianca's P.O.V

"SCOTLAND HUH."

"What? It was a joke!" I smacked Caleb at the back of the head and walked ahead of him, till I was side by side with Antonio and Jasmine. Caleb eventually decided to catch up.

We all made our way to a building at the other side of the road.

The building looked decent, people in expensive dresses, suits and accessories walked into it holding hands and chatting softly. We stopped in our tracks when we got to the bouncer.

"Jasmine," the large man acknowledged with a nod. He kept his gaze on her as if he didn't notice the rest of us.

"Tim," Jasmine mirrored his actions with a frown. "We are here to see Chris. Think you can let us in?"

The bouncer didn't reply and stepped aside.

"Let's go," Jasmine whispered to us. We follow her through the doors and into the bright building.

The first thing I was greeted with was a dim lighted hallway, the marble tiles and walls were a cream color. Jasmine led us through the hallway and past the guests. People held wine glasses filled with alcohol as they chatted, some where seated or having finger foods. It just seemed like a fancy event.

I could tell some people were here for business purposes, both the bad and the good kind of business. Some guest sent stares our way as we passed them, curious as to why a group of random teenagers would be wandering around an important and formal occasion as this but we barely paid any attention to them.

Jasmine led us to a wooden double door, on the door a sofisticated design was engraved on it, making it look much more fancy than it should be. I felt like just tracing the pattern and getting lost in it instead of facing reality.

Jasmine pushed open the door slightly, she peeped in and turned back to us. "Act natural, no speed walking. Don't draw any attention to yourself, there are a lot of dangerous people here," Jasmine said with a whisper.

"Are you sure we won't be able to draw any attention to ourselves?" Antonio asked, referring to our outfits.

Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Fine, not too much attention to yourselves."

We walked into the dim lighted room. It was huge, a large golden chandelier hung on the ceiling, women in different dresses and men in formal suits chatted lightly, the marble floor was spotless, and glossy. The walls were colored a pastel cream color with gold patterns that glistened when light shined on it.

Bodyguards stood in every corner camouflaged, observing the place like hawks. Waiters held trays with finger food or wine and walked around aimlessly, looking for people to serve. Now it really looked like a fancy event.