Chapter 7: Plan in Motion

I am always right.

Me being an avid reader of thousands of stories out there made me a psychic.

Of course, I am kidding. My perception is just better than other people. It made me good at reading people.

I stared at the new guy, named Eduardo, as his eyes followed Layla's every move.

This guy was definitely into Layla.

On the way to the classroom, Eduardo walked closer to us. He tried to strike up a conversation with Layla which Layla ignored. 

Eduardo just smiled. He then turned to me, the woman who was Layla close to.

Ugh....

"So you are Stella Mckenzie? I have met your sister, Ella, in France. I attended one of her concerts."

"Oh...Nice." What else could I say?

"How long have you been friends with Layla?"

You are being direct just after one question?

I awkwardly stepped closer to Layla who was busy bickering with Levi.

"Since childhood."

"You know her very well then, huh? Then, how long she had been like this?"

What?

I turned my head to him and faced his stares. "What do you mean?"

Did he know that Layla is not like this wild before?

"I met Layla a couple of years back. That time she is....a bit different."

Oh, so the two of them know each other.

But as if I'd tell you.

"I don't know." I just shrugged and did not give any information.

This guy was looking at Layla like he had found his prey. There's no way I am offering my best friend to some stranger wolf.

My senses suddenly felt a heated stare. I unconsciously turned in that direction.

Kane was looking in our direction.

I give him an assurance smile. 

Don't worry boy, I still vouch for you.

Kane frowned at my smile and looked away.

Geez. 

I know you are upset with the presence of the new guy.

Anyway, I have to revise my plan since another difficult person that might interrupt my plans had come.

....

My mouth was wide open as I listen to Layla.

"You have the same class as that guy? In every subject?" I asked Layla with disbelief.

"Yeah. I want to change class. That man is so annoying. He kept sticking to me and acted as if he knew me well. What more? My friends started to alienate me because of that guy."

"How come? I mean that so-called friends of yours are not entirely sincere to you. But no matter what, they stick to you because of your surname."

"Exactly. But that guy deliberately gives his attention only to me and ignored the other girls. So you can guess what happened. I am the 'slut' in every class."

"...You have always been. Did you just know?"

"Shut up, Stella."

I chuckled. But then I turned serious. 

It looked like this Eduardo was advancing quickly. The plan needs to be put in motion.

"But my story is not yet done. Because I am so annoyed, I suddenly invited everyone to party at Liam's white mansion."

"...Hold on. Liam...as in Liam Pearson? Your father's White mansion?"

"Yeah. And it will be tomorrow."

What the f***.

....

Layla, my lovely and rebellious friend suddenly decided to use her dad's mansion and invite everyone at the school to party. 

I mean dang, that's Liam Pearson White Mansion! Who would let it pass? Even the dorkiest at the school would gather the courage to visit this famous mansion that not everybody no matter how rich you are can visit unless the owner himself invited you. 

That mansion had once been on the I*******m of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pit when they attended Liam Pearson's party. It had been featured in Opera's talk show and once highlighted in Time Magazine. Even the President himself came there once!

That's how famous Liam Pearson's White Mansion was!

And my great friend Layla just displayed this golden ticket with a banner of 'Come to Liam Pearson's house and let's make havoc!' to everyone!

I felt a headache coming. But what made my head pulse strongly was my friend's get up today.

"What kind of theme are you setting? Badass girl? Ass kicker? Or 'come fuck me'?" I asked her exasperatedly.

Layla raised her eyebrow. "All of the above." 

She turned around with her hips swaying. Her knee lengths boots made a sound on the floor and her red jean short skirt shaped her waist and ass nicely. Her black singlet was perfect on her tan skin. She really looked like a party-goer ready to play hard to get with any man.

I looked up and down. Layla was really sexy. So sexy that he could get any man an instant boner.

But this was risky. 

She was like throwing herself into the wolves!

"Layla, can you at least change your skirt? A man can easily poke your insides down there."

"Shh, don't be a nagging mother now. Come here, I bought an outfit for you. Of course, it's from my beloved daddy's money."

"You just wanted to waste his money."

"You know me. Come here."

Layla dragged me to her room and opened a Gucci bag. A black tube dress with a Gucci belt was revealed inside. Even not wearing it, I knew that it was only slightly longer than Layla's super short skirt.

No way I would wear this!

"Uhm. No. I won't wear this. Ever."

"Come on. You have long legs, perky butt and I knew that under that big white shirt you have great tits, I have seen in too."

"Shut up Layla."

Layla laughed. "I know you are going to say these. So I bought more."

I looked down and saw several bags with different expensive cloth brands.

There were from Dior, Salvatore, Armani, Chanel, and Versace.

I opened my mouth in disbelief. "How much money you wasted this time?"

"Don't worry about the cost. It's my father's money, not mine."

I pinched Layla's cheeks.

"You woman! What if your father decided to disown you because you wasted his money more than you brought him?"

"That would be better. I will just depend on you then."

I sighed. Seriously, how far will Layla would go just to get back at her father?

"Did Mr. Pearson agree to use his mansion for this party?"

"What do you think?" She asked me back with that mischievous grin of hers.

I knew it.

His father doesn't know about this.

I sighed helplessly.

I am sure that this time Layla would get Mr. Pearson's attention.

"I don't support this. Layla, if you go too far, your father-"

"That's what I want. He abandoned me and my mother just to create this Golden Empire with its lame name. He chose wealth over his own family." Layla's tone went serious. Her glassy eyes turned red from anger. "So I'm giving him the taste of his own medicine."

She then laughed sarcastically, "Didn't he said to me that he chose his wealth that time for me and his children's future? So I am squandering his money that is meant for me."

I turned quiet. 

Layla was hurt and wounded. She turned like this because of the wounds that her father inflicted on her. Even though I am her best friend, this was the line I could not cross.

Layla had a stubborn mind, when she made up her mind on it, there was no way of changing it. I can only stay by her side and watched over her not go overboard.

"Fine. I'll come. But I won't wear any of these. And once I said to stop drinking or partying you'll listen to me."

"Alright, mother."

"Sigh. You are making me old."

"Love you~" Layla kissed me on the cheek then she pouted. "But are you sure you don't want to wear any of these? They are all in your sizes. Check it out first. We still have plenty of time before the party started."

I rolled my eyes. If we check these dresses now, I am sure that she would convince me to wear one of them.

"Come on please~" Layla begged.

"Please~" 

"If you try them, I will promise I won't make any trouble in three days." Layla promised.

"Three days? That's cheap."

"Then three days in a half?"

"One week."

"O-one week...That's too long."

I stared at Layla's glass eyes that were begging. Suddenly I had a thought.

"Fine. Four days. But you will have to do three favors from me."

"Deal!"

I grinned. Hehe, it seems like I don't have to worry in creating situations for Kane and Layla in the upcoming days.

I smiled as we find our way to the sea of bags of expensive clothes.

This little sacrifice should be worth it.