𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋

014

part 014
Kai

Idris'

As we strolled towards the entrance of the club, a group of eager partygoers formed a line along the building's side. These people have probably been waiting since early afternoon to get in. Kings stood as a beacon of exclusivity in the nightlife scene, its doors a portal to a world reserved for those with the right connections.

As Kyran and I approached, the security guard acknowledged him with a nod, swiftly granting us passage past the waiting crowd who were screaming at us as we walked in. Amidst the clamour of voices behind us, each pleading for entry, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mingled with a tinge of guilt for bypassing the line.

Despite the countless stories I'd heard from classmates who had gained access to Kings, I had never set foot inside. Tonight, I would finally witness firsthand the legendary chaos that defined this notorious club.

As I followed Kyran through the entrance of the club, the sudden shift in ambiance was striking. The noise of the outside world was instantly muted by the thick walls, creating a cocoon of pulsating beats and bass that reverberated through the air. With each step, the rhythm seemed to synchronise with the pounding of my heart.

I raised my voice over the music. "Where's Kai?" I shouted beside Kyran, the words barely audible.

"Probably in the VIP lounge with Chase," Kyran replied nonchalantly, gesturing towards an elevated area overlooking the dance floor. He led the way, effortlessly parting the crowd as if he owned the space.

As we ascended the steps towards the exclusive seating area, I couldn't help but notice the attention Kyran garnered from the club's patrons. Greetings were exchanged with ease, acquaintances made in passing. His smile, radiant and genuine, betrayed his delight at being the centre of attention. He's a sucker for attention.

"Ky!" Kai's voice cut through the music, beckoning us over to where he lounged on an opulent couch, the epitome of casual elegance amidst the club's flashy surroundings. As the haunting melody of DELESTRO (ECHOES) filled the air, Kai exuded an air of effortless sophistication, sleek black suit pants and a crisp white shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms adorned with a watch and tattoos that undoubtedly cost more than my entire life. His blazer, a mere accessory, hung casually over the arm of the couch, a testament to his relaxed self.. I always found him very attractive, his physical self and personality. There's a reason why all the girls adore him. Even in moments of jealousy, he was good damn looking.

As we approached, Chase was laughing, his carefree demeanour in stark contrast to Kai's brooding intensity. The principal's reckless son is at it again, ladies and gents. With a girl perched on his lap, Chase's playful grin greeted us warmly, though I couldn't help but feel like an outsider in this world of extravagance and indulgence.

Standing beside Kyran, I couldn't shake the feeling of displacement. This was not my scene. While Kyran thrived in the chaos and excitement of the club, I found solace in quieter pursuits, content to lose myself in the pages of a book while Taylor Swift's filled the air. In many ways.

"So, where is she?" Kyran asked, snagging a random drink from the nearby table. Kai gestured downward, his gaze fixed on us. The only barrier between the dancers below and us was a simple railing. I made my way towards it, leaning over to peer into the pulsating crowd.

Instantly, my eyes locked onto Athalia. She was nestled against some guy, her head resting on his shoulder while his arms encircled her waist possessively. The intimacy between them, his hands not shy about their placement as her body moved in rhythm to the music, his movements mirroring hers.