With the conclusion of the Freshman Orientation party, the seniors were more than eager to get the real party started. A herd of Uber and Taxi drivers surrounded the perimeter of Rosemary high. Nami had spent most of her time there looking after her assigned freshman alongside her partner Mitchell, an experience she would have preferred not to go through as she was the victim of their constant teasing. Their freshmen, Greg, was a chubby boy. A spoiled brat whose antics were encouraged by Mitchell's "big brother" attitude.

They clicked so well, Nami began to wonder if they were related.

"Hey, Mitchell. Aren't you going to Maze's party?" Nami asked the blonde who had begun walking to his residence. He turned with a snarky smile on his face before saying.

"And here I am thinking you've had enough of my pretty little face?" Nami rolled her eyes in response.

"You're right, thanks for reminding me." Her sarcasm earned a chuckle from the blonde.

"Me and Maze aren't really on the best terms, so I won't be joining you for this one." Nami looked at him curiously.

"And why is that the case?" She asked.

"It's nothing you have to worry about, just go have fun and unless you have a designated driver, I'd advise you not to go too hard on the alcohol." Mitchell answered with his back turned to her.

"Why would there be alcohol at a party like this? Isn't the school hosting it?" Nami asked which got Mitchell to stop dead in his tracks.

"No fucking way, you've never been to a party before." The shock in Mitchell's tone was amplified by his wide-eyed stare, though his face shortly adopted that mischievous smile Nami got all too accustomed to that night.

"I-I have I just---."

"How strong is Grey." Mitchell interrupted.

"Y-you mean the color grey?" Mitchell burst out in laughter making Nami go red with embarrassment. She threw a punch straight into his mid-section which got him coughing violently.

"Shut up okay, I get it! Just don't go spreading this." Mitchell straightened himself while chuckling before saying.

"It's cool, It's not like I've got friends to share it with either way." Nami's expression softened when she heard that. "I'm heading out. See you next week, Virgin Beth." His retort left much to be desired as it was clear to her that he was hiding something. Her stomach began to knot itself as an earie feeling of dread began to wash over her. Crap, She sighed. Something is coming, isn't it?

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The venue was quickly getting crowded as swarms of people kept entering, but as open as the event was Maze was sure to have security crackdown on anyone who dared to break the events rules. No heavy drugs. No outside alcohol. No cellphones. No fighting. Fairly simple rules to follow, but she wasn't dumb enough to trust everyone to follow them. The event was the last she would ever get to host as the rest of the year would be too hectic to allow any other event like it. She was going to make sure that nothing would ruin her perfect night.

She stepped in the DJ's booth and grabbed the mic excitedly. "Ladies and Gentlemen, are you Ready!" The crowd cheered back at her. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't hear that. I said, ARE YOU READY!!" The crowd screamed even louder, almost enough to shatter the windows of the building. The DJ spun the disc and played Unlike us by Ruderick Kamar. Everybody cheered as they began jumping to the beat. Maze stepped down the DJ booth and began pushing her way through the crowd, finding her way to Tiffany who already had a can in her hands.

"You couldn't wait 'til the party started?" Maze shouted in her ear as that was the only way she'd hear her.

"Nah Bitch, early bird catches the worm." She took a heavy swig of the can, nearly finishing it in one go. "YEAHHHHH!!" Tiffany was about to jump back in the crowd before being pulled back by Maze. The two ran upstairs and stopped at the second floor.

"Is your cousin here yet?" Maze asked in an anxious excitement.

"Bitch chill, Leshauna is already at the bar. You should have a drink before you start ruining the fun for yourself." Tiffany pulled her towards the bar before Maze came to a hard stop.

"I still need to check in with the bouncers, so I can't---" Tiffany shoved her half drank can of Heine in her hands.

"Bastien is overseeing the bouncers, and Duncan is guarding the inside. Now are you gonna drink up or are you gonna worry yourself all night?" Maze sighed before pouring the bitter liquid in her mouth.

"Good girl. Remember that this might be the last time we'll be have fun like this so enjoy it while it still lasts." Tiffany pulled Maze closer for a peck on the lips. "Now let's get fucked up like the animals that we are!"

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Chris finally arrived at the venue, and to say that he was overwhelmed was an understatement. Upon entering the venue, you would hear music so loud that you'd feel your body vibrate every time the beat dropped, the lights were so bright that you'd squint every time they'd sweep across your face, the scent of weed and other narcotics polluted the air and the atmosphere was warmed by the sheer mass of people in the venue.

Chris froze on the spot not knowing what to do or where to start. Luckily, he was saved by Tiffany who pulled him out of the madness.

"Chris! I'm so glad you made it!" She shouted over loud music.

"Where is Maze?!" He asked, attempting to make his voice sound over the music.

"What?!" Tiffany asked, not being able to hear him.

"Where is Maze?!!" He asked even louder. Tiffany grabbed arm and led him upstairs where the music was not as loud.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you. Do you mind repeating what you said?" Tiffany asked seemingly out of breath.

Chris could now get a good look of things since the lights weren't all that crazy on the second floor. It had more of a chilled vibe compared to the first floor. It had a pool and a jacuzzi. A bar could be spotted at one corner of the room with a bartender tending to some customers.

"Chris, Chris can you hear me?" Tiffany tapped him on the shoulder to snap him back to reality.

"Sorry Tiffany I just needed some time to process everything. It's just that I didn't know parties can get this crazy." Chris explained sounding worn out.

"You sound like you need a drink can I offer you anything?" Tiffany asked with a kind smile on her face, her blue eyes sparkling to the light orange lighting to the room which brought Chris's attention over to what she was wearing.

A strapless black top with white jean shorts that hugged her thicc chocolate thighs, but that was not what concerned Chris. No, what concerned Chris was her cleavage that stood out like a sore thumb. Uncomfortable, he quickly looked away.

"Uhm, yeah, I can't drink alcohol. So, a Coke would do fine." Tiffany rolled her eyes.

"I'm not stupid y'know, of course I wouldn't force you to drink anything you are not supposed to." She said slapping him on the shoulder.

"C'mon I don't trust you here on your own so let's go together." She insisted. Chris agreed and they both made their way to the Bar.

"Hey there Tiff, can I get you anything?" The bartender asked.

"A few shots of Grey, and a Coke here for my friend." The bartender nodded and went to go get the drinks.

"You guys know each other?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, he's family. He owns his own Bar in the city, and he is now here to pay back a favor. Handsome, isn't he?" She asked, getting a little closer to Chris.

"Uhm, well he doesn't look too shabby, so yeah I guess." Chris answered.

"Hey Chris, what women is your type?" Chris jumped in his seat as an image of Cindy clouded his thoughts for a second. He shook his head to get the thoughts out.

"U-U-Uhm aren't I a little too young to be answering that?" Chris asked trying to dodge her question. Tiffany rolled her eyes.

"Bullshit little man, I've seen how you look at Maze." Chris turned red at the mention of her name.

"It's okay little dude, every guy and their father wants to get with her. She is the prettiest girl in the school, so it's a no brainer really." Chris slouched in his seat as his drink was delivered to him.

"It's okay to admire her from afar, everyone does it, just don't touch her or else Bastien might get'cha." Tiffany said, painting Bastien as a scary fairy tale character. She poured the clear vodka into a shot glass before downing it in one go.

"I- I wouldn't say Maze is the prettiest girl in the school though, I mean you're not too bad yourself." Tiffany nearly choked on her shot before swallowing it properly. She grabbed Chris's drink from him and drank it in an effort to wash down the vodka.

"A little charmer I see. But I'd be delusional to believe I'm half as pretty as her." She poured another shot for herself and downed it in one go. "Y'know, If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you're trying to get in my pants." Chris went beat red at the thought of it, getting a hearty laugh from the brown beauty.

"Sorry little man, greater men then you have tried, and failed, to hold me down." Chris groaned before taking a sip of his drink.

"That's not what I meant," He started, Tiffany began to lean on her hand in intrigue. "I mean beauty is subjective and although she is beautiful, I wouldn't go far as to say she's the prettiest.

"Oh... I see what's going on now." Tiffany said as a mischievous grin painted itself on her face. Chris had a worried look, wondering what she was getting at.

"Hey Leshauna! Get me another shot glass!" She called, getting an annoyed look from the Bartender.

"It's Leroy, Tiff, stop calling me Leshauna." He said in silent anger, as he placed the shot glass next to her.

"Your face maybe Leroy, but dat ass like Leshauna!" She said giving him a playful slap on the butt just as he turned around. The bartender walked back to serving the other customers, ignoring Tiffany's antics.

"Now who is this girl you have a crush on?" She asked, pouring the vodka in both glasses and passing one to Chris.

"But I thought---"

"New rules, If I'm able to guess who this girl is, you drink with me for the rest of the night." Chris flinched, knowing his parents would kill him if they knew. "But," She continued. "I take a shot every time I guess wrong, is that a deal?" Chris hesitated as he stared at the drink before him. Feeling a rush of fear and excitement, he took the shot and gulped it in one go.

"Deal!" He wheezed out, feeling the burning liquid go down his throat.