How did a fourteen-year-old end up at some guy's party? Simple. He sent a friend request to her finsta, she accepted because he had more followers than she did (and he was flexing pretty hard on the 'gram), and a week later he advertised a party on his story. 'Parents are gonna be gone so things are gonna be lit!' it said. Of course, Laila wanted to be there. There was nothing cooler to a young teen than the idea of mingling with older teens in the hopes of impressing them.
The day of the party, Laila made sure to arrive fashionably late, which meant she arrived after the party had already picked up and was going full throttle. Pink was her favorite color, so of course she wore a pink outfit, and the pink clothes on pink skin did nothing but draw attention to her. That and the two horns that poked straight up out of her forehead toward the neon-lit ceiling.
"Oh shit, you Laila?" It was hard to catch the sound of the guy's voice over the terrible rap music and too-loud bass, but it helped that the guy who had called her name was standing within her range of vision. Laila swiveled her head in his direction, recognizing the guy as the party host.
"Yeah!" she replied, grinning and holding up her hand to give him a friendly wave. "In the fl-"
"Welcome dude! Have fun!" He interrupted her before she could finish, turning away to chat up someone else. Laila felt herself get a little bit irritated, but she brushed it off. For now. It was way too soon for her to be getting snippy with people, was it not? 'I didn't want to talk to him anyways,' she huffed to herself. Deciding to go check out what snacks or drinks were available, she pushed through the crowd to find said items.
"Excuse me. Excu-" Three strides into the room and she felt someone crash into her. She almost lost her balance but managed to catch herself before she tripped.
@GABA
The day of the party, Laila made sure to arrive fashionably late, which meant she arrived after the party had already picked up and was going full throttle. Pink was her favorite color, so of course she wore a pink outfit, and the pink clothes on pink skin did nothing but draw attention to her. That and the two horns that poked straight up out of her forehead toward the neon-lit ceiling.
"Oh shit, you Laila?" It was hard to catch the sound of the guy's voice over the terrible rap music and too-loud bass, but it helped that the guy who had called her name was standing within her range of vision. Laila swiveled her head in his direction, recognizing the guy as the party host.
"Yeah!" she replied, grinning and holding up her hand to give him a friendly wave. "In the fl-"
"Welcome dude! Have fun!" He interrupted her before she could finish, turning away to chat up someone else. Laila felt herself get a little bit irritated, but she brushed it off. For now. It was way too soon for her to be getting snippy with people, was it not? 'I didn't want to talk to him anyways,' she huffed to herself. Deciding to go check out what snacks or drinks were available, she pushed through the crowd to find said items.
"Excuse me. Excu-" Three strides into the room and she felt someone crash into her. She almost lost her balance but managed to catch herself before she tripped.
@GABA