Dynasty Boys

Chapter 9

Elle

The week went by in the blink of an eye. I was still surprised I survived my first awful week. I hadn't interacted with Carter and his friends since my encounter with Vaughn, and that was a win. Maybe these rich, problematic boys had finally gotten bored. My only remaining problem was Billie.

I still didn't understand her sick obsession with me. She would often make snarky comments whenever she saw me, and she'd occasionally push or bump into me. It was just childish. Her friends always went along with whatever she said, so they were just as bad. I didn't want to get into a fight in my first week, so I always let it go, but they couldn't mistake my shyness for weakness. I had claws too. I was like a bomb, you didn't know when it was going to explode until it blew up in your face.

I hadn't received any new creepy messages, so that confirmed my thoughts. It was just a prank.

"Are you... gonna wear this? To a party? I mean, it's... acceptable, but you know..." Lila said, chewing her thumb and trying to hide a laugh. She had convinced me to go to a party. I really wasn't in the mood for it, for multiple reasons, but we were talking about Lila. She was incredibly convincing when she begged with her puppy eyes.

My grandma didn't put up a fight, which honestly surprised me. She probably just wanted me to have fun and make the most of my life. So, there I was, standing in front of my full-length mirror. I looked at my outfit: denim shorts and a red T-shirt.

"Don't you like it?" I frowned. Lila, on the other hand, looked flawless in her black crop top with white and green patterns. She looked like a goddess ready to break hearts. Her long brown hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and I couldn't help but notice her black heels with red soles.

I sighed. "It's a fine outfit for a party, but I don't want to draw any attention to myself. There are just too many sleazy people at parties like this." After what happened with Vaughn earlier, I wasn't in the mood to socialize with anyone who might be like him. I knew high school was supposed to be about having fun and not caring about negative people, but I wasn't about to take that risk.

Maybe I should skip this one and go to the next party, I thought, the idea of avoiding the whole scene sounding better by the second.

I didn't drink but Lila did and so did every one else probably, they would be drinking alcohol like it was fresh water and they were in the middle of a desert.

" You know we could stay here and watch The Society....yeah! And you know what? We can order pizza too! " I voiced my thoughts, trying to convince her with my words.

"Nope! I've never been to a party... usually I never get invited me, and I really want to go to this one! Please! I promise we can leave whenever you want, and I won't drink too much!" Lila replied, never taking her eyes off me.

I knew she was lying about the drinking part, though. She'd told me how much she loved doing shots, and she'd shown me videos of herself doing them at her cousin's birthday parties. Let's just say she was a party girl without actually being one. She gave me her best puppy-dog eyes, and how could I say no to that? She was going to be the death of me.

"Okay... you win, but if I'm not feeling comfortable, we leave without protest!" I pointed my finger at her as I slipped on my Vans Old Skool, and she nodded eagerly.

We screamed a goodbye at my grandma and jumped into Lila's expensive red car: a Porsche 911 GT3 RS. Lila came from a well-off family, but she didn't let the money go to her head. She was still sweet, kind, and mostly honest. I was lucky to have crossed her path. In a way, she reminded me of Carla.

A few moments later, we arrived at our destination, and my jaw instantly dropped. It wasn't just a house, it was a damn mansion, with expensive cars parked all around. I turned to Lila, half-expecting we'd made a wrong turn. "Are you sure this is the right place?"