Chapter 7

Lorenzo's POV

The party is in full swing, both inside and outside the house. Presently, plastic cups and beer bottles litter the living room. I'm sure some rooms upstairs are in the same state, thankfully, I had the sense to lock up my father's room and his office. I may be treading on the wide side, but I wasn't looking to get killed by my father.

Outside isn't in a better state as drunk people mill around the pool, shouting and drinking, in all stages of undress.

The pounding bass of the music pulse through the whole house. We had pushed all the furniture against the wall, creating a space that had become a makeshift dance floor.

People filled the space, some were dry humping and grinding against each other to the beat of the music while others were simply jumping up and down, uncoordinated and erratic, rhythm or beat of the music be damned. They dance like they don't have a care in the world. Is it sad that I'm jealous of them?

And don't get me started on the PDA. Jesus.

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