AMELIA.
We finally arrived at the party; music blared through the speakers, and drunk teenagers were everywhere. We were still inside the car, and both of us took our time as we looked and observed everything going on.
I could see teenagers making out with each other on the porch of the house, tongue and everything. Almost naked, gosh.
Teenagers’ parties were always like this; I wondered what the inside looked like. I looked at Ava, and her eyes met mine simultaneously. She had the same look on her face.
“Are you sure this was not a mistake?” I asked her, and she smiled, but the smile wasn’t genuine as she looked back at the party.
“Come on, I’m sure we were not expecting anything less than this. After all, it’s a teenager’s party. So let’s just keep our heads in the game.” She said, and she applied her lip gloss again through the rearview mirror.
“Come on, we can do this.” She said and pumped her hand in the air.
“Okay, I’m sure we can,” I said as we exited the car.
It was Dylan’s house, so of course, it was gigantic, and people would surely pull up. We have been seeing Cara the moment we entered the estate, well. It was not something to argue about; Dylan’s parents were wealthy so that we couldn’t expect anything less.
Ava threw the keys to the valet.
“Take care of my baby, please.” Ava said to the value, who bowed and took the car.
We stood at the entrance and looked at the house once again.
“How rich is Dylan again?” Ava asked, and I shrugged.
“I wish I knew,” I told her, and we held each other’s hands as we proceeded into the house.
Hopefully, this went well.
The moment we got into the house, it reeked of alcohol and sweat. Some teenagers were dancing on the dance floor, and some were passed out drunk on some couches. This was just the beginning of the party, though; why were they this drunk now? I asked myself as we walked further into the house.
The house was divided into different areas: a gaming section and a drinking section where people were taking their drinks. There was the dance floor; then there was a stripper pole where strippers were dancing.
“Damn it, Dylan knows how to throat a party,” Ava shouted over the music and k nodded.
“He definitely does,” I replied to her.
“Let’s go and get drunk,” Ava said, and I shook my head.
“No, I don’t want to,” I told her, and she frowned.
My level of drinking alcohol was very low; I didn’t want to misbehave.
“You think you’ll come with me to a party and not get drunk?” Ava asked me, and I shrugged.
“Come on, girl, we are getting drunk. So let’s go.” Ava shouted, pulling me towards the drinking section.
She didn’t even hear anything I was trying to say; once we got to the drink section, Ava mixed the alcohol herself and then took it down in one go.
“Come on, it’s your turn.” She told me and sighed and collected the alcohol from her.
After minutes of contemplating and Ava patiently waiting for me, I took it down in one go.
“Yeah, that’s my girl,” Ava said and dropped it.
I felt the alcohol burn my throat, and I scrunched my face up.
Oh lord, I hated the taste of alcohol.
“Don’t you feel more confident? Like you can deal with anything that comes to you?” Ava said, bobbing her head to the music.
“I’m not sure; apart from the burn I’m feeling in my throat, I don’t think I feel any other way,” I told her, and she rolled her eyes.
“Time to dance.” She said, pulling me to the dance floor.
“Is your energy always this high anytime you come to parties?” I asked her and shrugged.
“I came to have fun; I don’t have much fun on a normal day. So when I come to parties, I intend to have a lot of fun, which I’m doing right now.” Ava shouted.
We finally got to the dance floor, and a slow song started playing.
Ava started walking around me sexily. Touching me intimately as she danced and twisted her body against mine.
“You’re a vixen on the dance floor,” I shouted.
“Oh yes, I am,” she said and continued whining.
“Come on, let go.” She said, and I sighed.
I closed my eyes and willed myself to let go of all my inhibitions.
I needed to let go and have fun while I could.
Then I started moving to the beat, as my eyes were closed. The song was slow and steady, and I could move my body too slowly, my waist moving.
I feel so powerful and sexy right now. I don’t think I have ever felt this way.
“Go, girl,” Ava said, and I felt her presence gone for a while, but I was enjoying myself as I danced to the music. Then, a few seconds later, Ava tapped me.
“Come on, down this,” Ava said, and I took it without arguing and downed it.
Letting the liquid do its work in my body.
I was feeling more free as I started dancing more provocatively against Ava.
“That’s the spirit.” Ava kept hyping me up.
This girl was such a dope party partner.
Then, all of a sudden, I felt her presence gone, and it was replaced by another one this time around. One that felt intense and good.
His cologne surrounded me at once, and I inhaled as his hands came around me; I didn’t know if it was because I was tipsy, but I relaxed into his touch and let him hold me. He tightened his arms around me, and I couldn’t help but sigh.
This felt so good.
“You look so fucking good right now, Amelia.”