[ TEEN FICTION / DRAMA ]
❝ The arrival of Brett Bexley, the Malibu Boy, changed everything! ❞
Since day one, the High Street Elite have ruled their kingdom of Blakesly Preparatory since their coronation. Every single one of the hierarchy have a...
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The Prep party was impressive. Although it didn't hold any city charm, it certainly screamed country excellence. The countryside manor lay ornate, but still kept up to date with its sandstone which people considered fancier than a palace's. The windows were oversized and panelled almost cathedral-like which looked like it still allowed sunlight through them, even though the sun had well set that evening. The distant noises from inside only indicated that they were about to indulge in an electrifying party.
The High Street Elite arrived in and around the same time and all in separate vehicles, apart from Brett and Weston. The two young ladies looked as glamorous as they always did- Madison in a matching set of cherry red high-waisted shorts and a ruffled cropped blouse wearing the same colour on her lips to match, while Amber showed off more skin than usual in a silver sequinned bodycon dress with a plunging neckline.
It was at the high roofed open doorway where they saw Derek Whittaker leaning against a heavy-looking oak wood door. He had decided to reduce his preppy fashion and party with a crisp white shirt and designer tailored pants. His hair was untouched that he simply didn't need any sort of hair product or gel, his natural hair was luscious on its own.
"Glad to see you could all make it. Every single one of you look ravishing." His eyes lingered over Amber's breathtaking figure a little longer than he had intended. He inhaled some cool night air deeply through his lips and continued. "Come on in. Everyone is expecting you. Make yourselves at home, Harrison's orders."
Of course, the likes of Forest Elliott and Brett Bexley were surely going to make themselves very comfortable at the location. There was nothing like a good party, a few alcoholic beverages and being surrounded by upper-class teenagers. To them, the location was simply bliss. Their heaven was an ornated country house that they were ready to hunt for the best drinks and women.
With Weston trailing a little behind the rest of the group keeping his distance from Derek, they were introduced to the manor home. The extremely large front room had been transformed into the most elegant and crowded dance floor The High Street Elite had ever seen. It seemed like Harrison, Derek and their prep friends took their parties this seriously and executed it to the best of their abilities.
