You had been anxious all morning for this moment, you hadn’t even said goodbye to your friends so that there would be a motivation to give you the courage to do what you had been planning for weeks.

Maybe it didn’t seem like much, but for you it was a big leap. You had spent years working hard on extracurricular activities and studying to get a good score on the SAT and you had done it. After your parents mortgaged their house, it was official: you could go up Northeast to an Ivy League school. You could finally breathe without that pressure, but that didn’t mean your parents would be more permissive. They would never let you go to a teenage party on the other side of the city, but that didn’t stop you. It was the last day your school friends would all be together, and there was something extra it was probably your last chance to tell Lucerys how you felt.

The party would be at his house. Everyone talked about the big house he lived in, so it was no surprise he was the host. When you climbed out of the bedroom window, nothing else mattered. Your parents' punishments could wait, but right now all that mattered was to have this little piece of adolescence that had been denying by yourself.

You got into your friend’s car and set off toward the exclusive area where Luke lived.