Chapter Fifteen.

Ayla.

I pressed my palms together trying to create heat. Me and James had walked it to the house where the party is. We stood in front of a big villa-house. It was really pretty. The music penetrated through the walls and window of the the house. I felt a little anxious seeing how many people there are and was rethinking my decision of coming here.

People were highly intoxicated as they scattered around the patio passed out. We went in and I felt out of place. I was more of a stay at home, read or watch a movie type of person. This was not what I was used to. The faint smell of weed wafted up my nose and I cringed, it smelt horrible. People held bottle of alcohol in their hands and danced freely.

"I'm going to go say hello to Steve I'll be right back." I hear amongst the loud vulgar yet catchy lyrics of the song playing. He left into the crowd and I sat down on a sofa. After a minute or two I got up looking for the kitchen. I needed water or drink something to quench my thirst. I ha