Deadly Obsession

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"Did you find the resources you need for your research?" Nabi asked as I nodded back to her. "They're not a lot but I'm also going to use some information from the internet."

It was already Friday and we were sitting in the library doing our homework. Since we were going to a party this evening it's best if we did it today cuz I don't wanna have to deal with stress on a Sunday evening. I even called my dad to tell him I won't be coming home today but I'll visit on Sunday.

A loud sneeze comes through the library and Mrs Mayberry the librarian shakes her head in disappointment at Trey who's coming over to us.

"Sup bitches, y'all are still coming to the party right?"We both nodded. "But like how many people are gonna be there?" Nabi asked. "Just seniors." I nodded letting out a silent oh. "Watch the little ones show up." Nabi scoffed.

"Why aren't they allowed to show up." I questioned. "Girl, those kids a wild demons, Imagine partying with children that aren't even 16 yet. Nabi complained.

"Fr I'm not gonna go around chasing drunk headless chickens at my party, I'm gonna have fun and get high. Anyways I'll see you guys later."

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I was stood in front of the mirror admiring the outfit that I chose. I decided against wearing a dress because there are some really creepy people at parties and I'm not bouta to have a pervert sneaking picks of my ass.

I wore a black corset and a black leather pants. Don't judge plus I don't know the dress code. Nabi as always looking sexy as fuck. She wore an all denim outfit and her jeans being high waist with her jacket as a crop top.

No because this girl knows how to dress up. I grabbed my keys and followed Nabi to the door after we finish getting ready.

We arrived at this huge mansion where the party was held at. We were welcomed with loud music playing inside. We got inside being welcomed by seniors playing beer pong, seeing one of them so drunk they're about to fall from drinking too much beer.

We walked through the crowd being met with Trey. He came over to us giving a quick hug with a pissed look in his face. "Why you so pissed?" I asked. Trey huffed in response knowing damn well he's about to give us a speech of complaint. "There's fucking fetuses showed up to my party knowing damn they weren't invited. I walked in on two of them doing the devil's tango. Like what the fuck! Go learn abc's and get the fuck out of my place!"He exhaled a deep breath after his speech.

"Like if something bad happens, it's gonna be my fault, these kids are so annoying! One bitchy pick me threatened to tell the principal! Like bitch go ahead with her fake long lashes that be looking like feather dusters! Assholes."

Nabi and I both looked at Trey with wide eyes seeing him this mad. Oh he's not finished talking. "Like I wanna get drunk and high but they be putting me on mom duty like fuck! I should just cancel the party and blame them so that they can have all the seniors up on they're asses for ruining their night. Would you guys like a drink?" He dramatically ended his speech after resting his hands on his hips.

We both nodded after he gave us canned soda. We left him to complain after he offered us a quiet place upstairs where all the rest of his friends are. We walked through the long hallway passing many rooms hearing muffled moans in a room. Some people don't have decency. We stopped by the door we're supposed to go in. We got in and we're met by other seniors and the whole basketball ball team; some few girls who look like a barbie dolls; Xavier and Leo. Social anxiety.

We stopped and looked around the room admiring the view. There was mini bar; a bowling area and some other games and entertainment. Some were watching a basketball game while they were howling in excitement after one of the teams had scored.Wow is this VIP?

We walked around the place only to be stopped by and girl. It's giving Bratz doll. I'm not judging, honesty is the best policy. "You guys look a little lost, the party for the lower class seniors are downstairs." She scoffed. Lower class where? The majority of this school grew up on top of millions. You knows when guys mock in a girly girl voice? That's exactly how she sounds.

"No we're not lost, we came to the right place. Actually we're Trey's friends and he told you to get the fuck and go downstairs." Nabi fired back. He actually did tell us to get this bitch out. What was her name again... Caroli— Caramal? She scoffed. "Like I'm ever going to listen to peasants." Nabi laughed, and it wasn't a funny one.

"If Trey comes back here and you're not out with your two little puppies, I will bitch slap that botox and lip filler off your face." The girl's eyes widened as she tried not to look affected by the threat. We went over to the bar to get some more drinks, well Nabi not me. I've never drank alcohol. I'm scared to even try. I don't wanna know how I'll act when I'm drunk.

I'm happy that Nabi didnt force me to get a drink, while my toxic ex friends in Chicago forced me. Gladly they let go but constantly calling me a pussy. One time they forced me to drink and I remember getting very sick that day. I thought I was gonna die. We didn't have health insurance of how bad we struggled and couldn't afford for medical bills. So every time we got sick we hoped we eventually got better.

I saw Xavier calling us over to join them. We went over to go sit by them. "I didn't know you guys were gonna be here?" I said after Nabi gulped another bottle of cider. I think this is her third now. "Nobody knows that Prince Xavier and Mr Ember attends parties, it would be a chaos if their fans knew where they were." Nabi responded.

"Wait, so what exactly are you guys famous for? Is it family business or inheritance?" I ask and Xavier replies. "We are famous for that too like me coming from a royal family and Leo being the richest billionaire's son. But we're also famous with things that we individually do, for me I'm the youngest Olympian for winning six times in a row, gold medal for fencing at the Olympics, l'm also a part time runway model. For Leo he's a full time model."

"Oh, so what brands have you modelled for?" I asked gaining more interest in the conversation. "I've modelled for Balenciaga; Dior; Fendi; Balmain; Versace; Chanel and many more." Xavier replied.

I wowed in amazement. I've always wanted to model when I was younger but my stupid acne was decorated on my face and I never got approved but now I don't have that much passion since I'm more focused on my volleyball career in the future.

My phone started ringing, I picked it up and I saw an unknown number on it. My eyebrows furrowed as I quickly excused myself and went to the bathroom.

I accepted the call as soon as I realised it's my mom from prison. "Hi honey, um how are you?" My mom greeted sounding like she just cried.

I started getting concerned assuming this call is nothing good. " Hey mom, are you okay, what happened?" My heart dropped on the floor after hearing what she said. "I'm on death row."