Tonight, the silent grand Armon mansion had become a lively bustling hub.
Its sparse and almost desolate garages with a couple of luxurious vehicles were now filled to the brim as students of Dominion High drove in batch after batch. The sound of revving engines had become a nuisance as many flaunted their cars. There was even a spectacle of a batch with motorbikes that caused a cheer to erupt from the standbys.
The mansion was well lit and put in order, especially the rooms, but since it was so early, the main events were currently happening by the poolside, which was lit and decorated. A very skilled and popular student was the DJ, and he didnât hold back in the slightest. Releasing jams nonstop, everyone low-key vibed to it, but reserving strength for the latter stages.
Of course, what would a party be without colored lights and disco.
The pool glowed with beautiful neon colors; cocktails and vodka were abundant.
The whole design was extravagant, nothing held back.
Tonight, they would be experiencing the joy of youth once more.
Vroooooommm!!
At this moment, so loud that the bustling crowd at the entrance cleared way, a red, stunning, roofless Ferrari pulled in, causing a wave of exclamation to erupt.
"Look! Itâs Jason Kingsley."
"Wow!"
"The man of my dreams!"
"I love you, Jason."
"Fuck, is that a Ferrari?!"
"Damn! Look at that baby."
"Naaah. Bro ainât even tryna be humble. Itâs just a birthday party."
Jason Kingsley.
The calm-natured, blonde youth with blue eyes, dressed neatly in exotic outfits, diamond earring, silver neck chains, and an exorbitant wristwatch, remained cold and composed, not even breaking a little smile at the awed surroundings as he slowly drove into the driveway. And only then did the people around seem to recognize the beauty in a simple strapless dress, adorned in countless expensive jewelry, holding up a selfie stick as she live-streamed herself and Jason.
"Oh my gosh! Is that?..."
"Celeste?"
"Oh fuck! Sheâs back."
A lot of voices sounded excited upon seeing the most famous student in Dominion High, Celeste Lawson. Although second in place in terms of appearance in the heart of Dominion Highâs students, she was famous beyond the confines of the school, perhaps across the country and even a bit in the world. Having more than 1 million followers at such a young age, her future as a content creator was set.
Many stared at her in envy and jealousy because she didnât have to take school seriously and was already earning more than the teachers.
"Celeste is back!"
The mood soared.
After one of the VIPsâ arrival, several more popular students made an entrance but couldnât compare to those two.
"Yo bro. Why didnât you tell us your sister was going to come?"
At this moment, a green, shiny truck pulled into the premises of the ongoing party.
Theo, being the third wheel, smoothly slid into a parking slot. Oliver, sitting next to him, shook his head with a wry smile.
"What if I told you she didnât come home? How was I supposed to know?" Oliver forced a smile and stepped out of the car.
"My lady."
He opened the door, holding the outstretched palm of a girl in glasses with a little bit of freckles on her face. Looking like a man that had won a priceless treasure, his forced smile was instantly replaced with a foolish one when he saw that the nerd-looking girl had been reborn; she was actually such a beauty. He had felt at a loss after Miles successfully got Chloe to be his date, but after picking her up, he was stunned by her transformation.
Taking his hand, the girl blushed and stepped down; after all, he wasnât looking bad either.
Whilst on the other side of the truck, Theo rolled his eyes and opened the door. It wasnât a shocking damsel that appeared but a grinning Simon while holding his dateâs hand.
Simon promptly got down with agility unbefitting his chubby body and gentlemanly guided a chubby, dark-skinned girl with curly hair and glasses. A huge contrast to how she looked in uniform, Simon was joyous as he peeked at her chest.
âI struck gold.â
He thought, relishing the feel of her palm as he led her to the front to regroup with Oliver, while Theo pitifully locked the car doors.
As expected, their arrival drew a bit of attention.
"Look. Arenât those Milesâ underlings?"
"Hehehe, what a surprise. They were actually invited?"
"I thought they were a bunch of book heads. Quite the drip."
"You recognize those girls?"
"They look familiar."
"Wait, donât tell me..."
Amidst the dozens of students that had turned the garage into a fashion catwalk, there were some that recognized the girls.
Vrooooooooom!
Dum! Dum! Dum!
Suddenly there was a loud rev that alerted the onlookers to turn toward the entrance. This was done only when a classic luxury car was spotted, because it meant that a famed student was probably arriving.
Incoming, Miles pulled a smooth transition from speed to slow-mo.
The Armon grand mansion was right before him, but today Grace wasnât by his side and he wasnât here for home service either.
He had a beautiful date by his side and the scene outside was bustling.
Although the glass had been pulled up with a slow love song playing within, the isolated world outside seemed extremely noisy.
He could see several students raising red plastic cups in his direction as a sign of respect.
âI considered buying a Lamborghini but didnât because I thought it would have been a huge tussle. But fuck, Iâm regretting it now.â
Imagining what would have been the look on their faces if he had a brand new Lamborghini, he wished he could turn back time.
Under the curious eyes of the spectators, Miles slowly curved into an empty parking lot beside a red Ferrari, overshadowing it and earning a displeased exclamation from the crowd toward his audacity.
"Fuck! Who does that bastard think he is? He canât even afford a Ferrari, yet â"
The voice was left speechless by the identity of the person...