FSA journals: Trapped in her own game

Disco turned Brawl

(A/N Serena's house on the side)

Serena (POV)

I got home from school, in an extremely bad mood . I parked my car in an abrupt manner nearly crashing into a nearby fountain, I was so upset. I couldn't hold my tears back any longer .

I had no energy left to stand up,I was so depressed. If anyone who knew me where to meet me in this tragic state they'd laugh, where's that upbeat Serena? The one who could stare embarrassment, pimples, bad hair days, wardrobe malfunctions and planning shopping sprees on a low budget without freaking out like most girls would have . I asked myself.

I cried for hours in the car, I cried till I felt I had no more tears to shed . At around 6:35pm, Joan texted me .

"Hey Serena, do you want a ride to Mitch's party? "

Mitch's party, what party are you talking about?

"Wait you didn't know, how come the news of it spread like wild fire "

When is the party?

"Tonight at Mitch's uncle's estate at Jean Pierre Villa at East Legon its close to your Dad's mansion "

Wow, he really was from a prominent family only Billionaires,Celebrities in short the crème de la crème of the country lived in that exclusive area . Many presidential bungalows were situated there .

"How come you didn't know? "

I've avoided Mitch the entire day maybe that's why he didn't have the chance to invite me

" well get your butt over here, its gonna be the party of the year, everyone is going to be there "

Really, alright could you give me a ride?

"Sure, now move it, knowing you it might take hours for you to get ready"

Hey it takes time to create magic and don't worry, boss, give me half an hour, clear

"Crystal"

He was planning a party and he didn't even tell me . God help me these mood swings are not helping my skin. I lazily got out of my car and ran upstairs, I didn't even bother greeting my parents . I ran through my room quickly to cover the large distance between the door and my closet . I flung the doors to my closet open and walked in, it was like my own personal mini mall. Everything was organized, my shoes had a separate room placed on different racks separated according to colour,brand, season of use, material, type of shoe be it boots, stilletos, wedge, platform heels, flats, opened toe, sandals, gladiators, and yes even my flip flops had a special rack . My sunglasses had its own rack, I had different types . My coats, swim suits, crop tops, gowns, shorts, jeans, African print garments, under garments braziers and what nots, I had a special room for my $w@gy@¢ol€ collectables all had its own place in Serena's personal mall extraordinarily perfect . That's what I called it . I walked into the African print garment section and selected a kente dress specially ordered and woven in Bonwire the kente weaving central of Ghana located in the Ashanti region. The fabric was soft pink with a few streaks of light blue in colour . It was a short, figure hugging, off shoulder dress with short elbow length sleeves . I wore a simple black choker with a heart shaped locket and my fav pair of $w@gy@¢ol€ black ankle boots and black fish net stockings . I wound Mitch's grandma's rosary round my wrist and slipped my Topaz ring on my fore finger . I let my long, waist length brunette hair down and curled it with a curling iron . I wore a dark shade of eye-shadow and layered the look with mascara and eyeliner. My eyelashes weren't thick so I used false eyelashes to make it look thicker , a bit of blush, brown lip gloss and my favorite perfume from $w@gy@¢ol€ called femme fatale and voila I was ready .

It took me about 25 minutes to get ready. later, Joan texted me

"Are you ready? "

Yeah, are you outside?

"Yep right on time, I'm here with Richie he's my date for tonight, I hope you don't mind?"

No of course not I'll be right down .

When we arrived at the party, it was crazy, guys taking shots of hard liquor like akpeteshie, couples making out, loud music, socializing then again its a regular site at parties hosted by rebellious teenagers. I started looking for Mitch, but I couldn't find him there were way too many people . I found the girls in a secluded corner though, so I stayed with them . The music was great, I desperately needed to forget my problems, what better way than to hit the dance floor . I managed to convince the girls to comes along. There he was locked in a lip lock with Paz, I felt my jaw drop and my heart sink . I've had it ! "Shit " Roxy said "OMG" Kayla continued "Calm down Serena, breathe in and out" "Julie stated, don't do anything stupid" Quin warned. I couldn't help it I slapped Mitch and attacked Paz violently . Suddenly it all became a haze . After sometime with much difficulty, The guys pulled us apart . I warned her to stay away from him and she had the nerve to threaten me instead . "Serena what's the matter with you? Come here " Don't touch me, I fought hard but he was stronger and he subsequently threw me over his shoulder and forcefully took me upstairs . A short while later he took me to what looked like his room. I could tell cause the decor screamed Mitch . It was a really large room, it was quite spacious . He locked the door behind him, walked toward me with those lean, long legs at a very fast pace. He was in front of me now , towering over me and with his lips dangerously close to mine and his warm minty breath fanning my cheek,

You kissed her, you kissed that she devil, I was shaking with fury now then he said "We need to talk Serena "

A/N

Merry Christmas (belatedly) loves, sorry for not wishing earlier, I'll post a long chapter on new year's eve as a special treat to you all . Thank you, keep reading, please comment and don't forget to vote your heat