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Chapter Three: The Generic Party Chapter

I'm not rich, I think this has already been well established, so when I was invited to the teen equivalent to an A-List party I had NOTHING to wear.

I mean, I had some hand me downs from my older brother, a few sneakers I got as birthday gifts and some thrift store stuff, but tell me why I would arrive at THE LUCAS DUBOIS' house wearing cheaply made and worn out thrift store clothes?

No, I desperately needed to be swagged out.

So I did what most teens would do, I stole my parent's credit card and went shopping.

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I bought the best (cheapest) designer clothes I could find, from Le'Shroom, that one fashion line made by that super popular actress Peach Toadstool, to Glacier, that cool shoe line that Nana's dad made, and I even got some Silvermane accessories.

I finally got Silvermane accessories.

To put it simply, I (snuck out) left my house a new man, say goodbye to trash boy Tyler Luvardez and say hello to Villa McSwagging 'cause when I say I looked fresh, I mean I looked hella fresh.

I had left my house at about 5pm, I made sure my siblings were distracted by Paw Patrol or something and my parents were conveniantly out on a business trip. I waited outside my apartment block for Rock to arrive, and soon, I saw a sick ass black BMW pull up to wear I was standing. Inside I could see my escort, Rock, all dressed up and looking almost as fly as me, he soon opened the door and beckoned me in.

"You gonna come in or are you gonna keep gawking at the car? Or... is it me your gawking at?"

I shook my head, stepping into the front passenger seat "shut up idiot- wait, you're a freshman, how are you driving?"

"Hey, I'm turning sixteen in a few months anyway, nobody's gotta know I'm technically underaged"

I smirked "ooooh, I'm telling-"

"Oh shut up and get in"

I chuckled as Rock looked me up and down before soon smirking "okay, I see you... since when did you own anything I'm seeing you in right now? Ain'y you a bargin shopper, Mr. The Thrift Store Has The Same Kinda Clothes As The Gucci Store?"

I shrugged "people change Rocky dearest, I just felt like showin' out tonight"

"Who's credit card did you steal?"

"..."

"My dad's"

Rock shook his head, beginning his trip "you're gonna get hit with the chancla-"

"Be quiet peasant and take me to my event!"

We both laughed as Rock drove. I knew that Lucas lived in the heart of Smash City, and all I knew was that, from what everyone had told me, his house looked like something from a movie. It couldn't be that big though-

...

Ho....

Ly.....

Shit......!

"That's a house? Humans live there!?" I exclaimed, looking at the palace before me. Lucas' mansion looked big enough to house seven seperate families, there was everything from a pool, to an outdoor gym area, to a motherfucking horse and pony stable. Like, I knew that he was rich, but I didn't know that he was that rich.

Damn.

"Dude, you'll get used to it, even tho therea like over 35 seperate rooms-"

35 SEPERATE ROOMS!?