The Party Awakening
The party had already begun, but I was completely unaware of it. Loud music pulsed through the house, vibrating the walls, filling every corner with its heavy beat. Laughter and excited chatter mixed with the rhythm, creating a wild, chaotic energy. But none of it reached me. I was deep in sleep, lost in a dreamless world—until I felt something.
A gentle touch brushed against my cheek. Fingers traced my jawline, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing the shape of my face. The sensation was so soft, so intimate, that for a second, I thought I was still dreaming. But then—reality crashed in.
I gasped, my eyes snapping open. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest. Blinking rapidly, I tried to make sense of where I was. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a lamp. And standing over me, smirking down at me like she had just won a game, was Sarah.
Sarah—another girl from school, another guest at this party I had spent so much money on. But she wasn't just any guest. She wasn't here just for the free drinks or the music. No, Sarah was different. She loved me—or at least, that's what she always said.
And physically? She was breathtaking.
Her body was like something out of a magazine—curves in all the right places, full breasts pressed against her tight dress, hips that swayed with every step, and an ass that turned heads wherever she went. Her face was just as stunning: high cheekbones, plump lips, and eyes that sparkled with mischief.
But beauty could be deceiving.
Because beneath that gorgeous exterior, Sarah had a reputation. A big one. She slept around—a lot. If there was a guy (or sometimes even a girl) at our school, chances were, Sarah had been with them. That was why, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how many times she flirted with me, I always pushed her away.
And yet, here she was.
Her fingers lingered on my skin as she leaned closer, her voice a low purr.
"Hey, handsome. Time to wake up. The party's started."
My brain was still foggy from sleep. I blinked, confused. "What? How long was I out?"
I grabbed my phone, squinting at the bright screen. 9:00 p.m.
Shit.
Panic shot through me. I had fallen asleep before the party even began! I bolted upright, shoving Sarah aside in my rush to get up.
But before I could take a single step, her hand clamped around my wrist. Her nails dug into my skin—not enough to hurt, but enough to stop me.
I turned, glaring at her.
"David," she said, her voice sharp. "If you're looking for Favour, forget it. She's not here yet."
The mention of Favour's name hit me like a punch to the gut.
"What do you mean?" I snapped. "She told me she was coming with you and Joshua! Where is she?"
Sarah didn't answer. Instead, she yanked me forward, pulling me against her. My face pressed into her chest, the sweet, heavy scent of her perfume filling my nose.
"David," she whispered, her voice muffled by my hair. "I know you love Favour. But I love you. And I don't want to see you hurt. So listen to me—let her go."
I pushed her away, my hands shaking.
"Why the hell would I do that?"
She smiled then—slow, knowing, like she had been waiting for this moment.
"Because, David," she said, "you only know Favour at all because we go to the same school. Or… we used to."
My stomach dropped.
"What?"
She tilted her head, watching my reaction. "We all got the message. You're not coming back. That's why you're throwing this party, isn't it? A goodbye."
The Warning
I stared at Sarah, my expression a mix of pity and disgust. She stood there, arms crossed, lips twisted into something between a smirk and a sneer.
I couldn't hold back. The words burst out before I could stop them.
"Are you stupid, Sarah?" My voice dripped with frustration. "Because obviously, it looks like you are. I've already sent my termination letter to the group. So why are you talking like you just uncovered some big secret?"
She flinched—just for a second—before her face hardened. A sharp hiss escaped her lips, and she rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck.
Then, with a dramatic flick of her hair, she spat out her words like poison.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, lover boy. Forget about her while you still can."
Before I could respond, she spun around and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
I was left standing there, my mind racing.
What was she trying to say?
Was this just another one of her desperate attempts to make me lose interest in Favour so she could take her place?
Or was there something worse behind her words?
I shook my head.
Later. I'd figure it out later.
Right now, the party was waiting.
The Chaos Outside
I straightened my clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles in my shirt, and took a deep breath. Then, I pushed open the door and stepped outside.
Instantly, I was hit by a wave of energy so strong it nearly knocked me off my feet.
The air was thick with music, laughter, and the wild, reckless energy of a party spiraling out of control. My eyes widened as I took in the scene.
Everyone was here.
The school bullies, their usual sneers replaced by drunken grins. The sex addicts, draped over each other in dark corners, whispering things that were definitely not meant to be heard. The drinkers, already slurring their words, bottles clutched in shaky hands. The baddies, dressed—or half-undressed—in outfits that barely left anything to the imagination. The sports team, their competitive energy now focused on downing shots. The dating groups, their usual drama exploding under the influence of alcohol.
And so many more.
Some weren't even wearing clothes.
A flicker of guilt pricked at my conscience.
Mom had warned me about this.
"Don't let things get out of hand," she'd said.
But she wasn't here now.
And she'd never know—because I'd make sure every video, every photo, every trace of this night disappeared before she got back.
I pushed the thought aside and let the energy of the party pull me in. I moved through the crowd, nodding at friends, clapping shoulders, shouting greetings over the music.
Then—just as I was about to search for Favour—a roar of an engine cut through the noise.
A golden Lamborghini—shining like something out of a rap video—rolled into the compound, its headlights slicing through the darkness.
The doors swung open.
A guy stepped out, oozing confidence and expensive cologne.
And then—to my complete shock—Favour climbed out after him.
To be continued…