Chapter 11

Liliana's point of view

I have never gone out to visit someone at night without going to places that were crowded.

I fidgeted my fingers while sitting at the back of the taxi, I was nervous and I didn't know how the night would turn out.

Once I finally reached my destination, I paid the taxi man and got down. I contemplated if I should call Crystal and tell her I was around or if I should just walk closer first.

Once I got past the gate, I was in awe of the building in front of me; it wasn't just a building but a mansion.

The whole place was crowded with people. It wasn't a house, it was a Mansion. Who could live here? I thought.

I saw teenagers all over and the music could be heard out loud outside making me wonder if this was a legal party.

The front yard was filled with drunk, horny teenagers, some were puking while others were shouting. Teenage madness! I wondered why teenagers find interest in drinking at such a young age instead of studying.

Shouldn't they be cautious of their act and have bigger plans other than drinking, smoking and exploring their sexuality.

There was more to being a teenager, you don't need to have a wild teenage years to create history, you can obviously be the first teenager to make a big difference.

I heaved a sigh as I uncomfortably walked past them, praying to see Crystal soon. Once I was close to the mansion, I spotted Crystal talking to someone.

I heaved a sigh, with great pleasure that I had seen her so quick. As soon as she was done talking to whoever she was talking to, our eyes met and her face lit up.

She rushed up to me and gave me a tight hug. I returned the hug holding unto her tightly.

After a while, she let go of me, staring at me from my head to my toe then from my toe back to my head before giving me a disapproving nod.

"I told you to dress...argh!" She groaned.

"I told you to dress sexy," she finally said.

I shrugged, I took a look at her outfit, clad in a short off shoulder mini dress then stopping almost mid thigh, she wore a black boot heel.

While I on the other hand looked like someone going to the church but I didn't know j was coming to a party so she shouldn't blame me.

She exhaled, "Liliana, you look like you are here for church but no worries, it's all fine and good, okay?" She said to me.

"Come on, let's go in," She said to me pulling me by her side and we walked into the mansion. I was really nervous, never in my life have I ever been to a party.

I wasn't that much of a nerd but I loved doing research and learning other stuff to help myself grow. Anything that wasn't going to help me grow mentally or add to me, I had no interest in them.

"So who's party is this?" I asked crystal. I wanted to know who resided in this mansion.

"It's Mona's," she replied.

Mona? The name was familiar but I just couldn't imagine who the person was.

"Her parents must be rich," I said, taking a look at the surroundings.

"Yes, they are also influencers," she added.

Once we got into the house, the loud music boomed into my ear and I nearly screamed.

How were these teenagers so comfortable in this noise? It was damn too loud that my ear drums would explode soon.

I placed my palm on my ears to avoid the loud music. Boys and girls dancing as if the music wasn't playing, along the music, came the loud voices of teenagers.

"It's too loud!" I shouted on top of my voice so Crystal could hear me. I guess she didn't hear me as she didn't stop walking, dancing to the beat of the song.

What was I in for? I asked myself, clearly irritated already. My stomach churched and I felt the urge to gag.

"Want a drink?" Crystal offered as soon as we entered the kitchen where the music wasn't as loud as before.

"Nope," I shook my head. The kitchen was really big- well furnished and designed. It could fit my living room.

My eyes glanced around the kitchen until it landed on a boy and a girl sucking each other's face off.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate teenage relationships but they need to know their limits and boundaries, like how old they were and if they were already this far?

I scoffed, healthy relationships matter a lot and aside from the kissing and stuff you get to do with your boyfriend, you could involve yourself in other things that help you grow, physically, mentally, socially and emotionally.

In one gulp, Crystal downed the alcohol. "Ahh!" She heaved a sigh. "That was refreshing!" She chuckled.

I giggled sheepily. I never expected the crystal to be this wild. Like I knew she wasn't a nerd but at school she was more of a reserved person.

"Come on, let's go dance!" She cheered after taking another shot of alcohol. She pulled me along with her as we made our way out of the kitchen.

I groaned frustratingly, why did I come here? It seems everyone was having fun and enjoying themselves but I wasn't.

I wanted to leave but Crystal wouldn't let that.

I watched from the side how teenagers danced and grooved. I was sure they were all drunk as they were not sure of what they were doing.

While most of them danced, most of them were in a hot make out session. Some were just jumping around.

I kept looking around, wishing I could have a speech with them all, most times having fun ain't bad but you just have to remember to always have a sane mind.

Before I knew it, Crystal was nowhere to be found. Seriously? I started squeezing my way through the drunk teens looking for Crystal.

Something caught my attention when I got upstairs. In front of one of the rooms was Richard and Barbie fondling each other. She was in a very short, red dress, her hair was already messy. His hands were squeezing her butt. I know where this night is heading.

Then something hit me, if Richard was here, Ric was here too.

I kept walking around until I finally caught Ric. I was about to approach him when I saw someone, a girl, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He rested his hands on her butt and started making out. I see why he was in a hurry to leave.

Now I'm alone. First Crystal, now this. I decided to keep looking for Crystal, but if I didn't see her, I would find my own way home. Such a boring night.

When I couldn't find her, I made my way to the exit only to be knocked down by someone.

"I'm so sorry," the voice spoke, stretching his hands forward to help me.

I look up only to find the guy who helped me the day I fell down the stairs. Daniel? That's his name, I think.

"It's you again?" He gave me a lopsided grin.

"This is the second time I'm helping you up." He said, I couldn't help but stare at his body, he was shirtless. I could see the tattoos on his body. He had a well-sculpted body: a rock hard chest and a tattoo as a cherry on top.

I was never a fan of tattoos, but on his body, it was a hot sin! He leaned down and picked me up, I protested at first but he won in the end. I could smell the alcohol in his breath. He sure did drink a lot.

He helped me last week when I tripped and sprained my ankle, bringing me back to my house safe and sound.

When we got outside, he stood me back on my feet, put his shirt back on, and sighed.

"Finally, God's natural gift, air," he said emphasizing air.

"It was hot in there," He added.

"It sure was," I agreed.

"Liliana, right?"

"Yes," I replied with a smile.

"Daniel, right?" I copied.

"Can't forget a hot name like that, can you?' He smirked and I scoffed.

"Cocky much?"

"Are all the boys in this city arrogant? Because if so, this city has it rough," I added.

"You seem interesting but I'm not in the mood," He said.