Chapter Five

NATASHA'S POV

Layla's car was packed outside my house two weeks later for Sasha's party.

Peter had insisted that I shouldn't go but he wasn't around, and Layla wasn't having that.

Peter's grandma was sick and Peter had to rush back to Europe to see her. Which meant he was faraway.

Why had it been so convenient? I hated that he had to leave me. But his grandma was important to him and I couldn't be selfish.

I was going to be okay till he got back, Sasha and her minions weren't bullying me anymore.

And like she said, the past two weeks, she made it a personal mission to kick out or beat up any elites found bullying subs.

She had really changed so I felt more confident about attending this party of hers.

Besides, Layla was going to be there and I was happy about attending my first party.

And in Sasha's house! Layla brought over a dress for me the other day and made me swear to wear it.

It was a little shorter than what I would normally wear and it was spaghetti strapped.

I thought she was crazy. There was no way I would go out with my fat arms on full display.

Good thing I had a cool silk jacket that matched the dress.

When I walked out of the house, she frowned at the jacket.

“You shouldn't be wearing that jacket! You promised to wear the gown.” She said, her face twisting into an angry mess.

I scoffed and looked down at the dress.

“And I'm wearing it, despite hating dresses, but there's no way I'm walking around with my arms on display.” I told her.

She slammed the door shut and marched towards me, her face hard, and her eyes flashing with determination and something akin to panic.

“You have to take off the jacket, Nat.”

I halted. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she so worked up?

“I'm not, if I can't wear it, then I'm not coming.” I insisted and folded my arms across my chest.

She glared at me and scoffed before turning and walking back to the car.

“Suit yourself, just get in.” She hissed.

I let out a sigh as I walked over to the passenger seat and got in, she got in too and kicked the car to a start.

The night air was chill and I was a little cold in the dress. I pulled the jacket tighter around me, even though I knew it was going to do little.

I suddenly had this tight feeling in my chest and again I wondered if I should be going for this party.

My parents had been a bit sceptical too about me going, they had gotten used to Peter being around me all the time.

But I couldn't depend on Peter all the time. I wanted to be my own person.

We hadn't really spoken since our almost near kiss three times in one day, the last time he was at my place.

The last time, it was Piper barging into my room to say that Mom called that interrupted us.

I keep wondering what it all meant. Why was he trying to kiss me? Did he like me? Or he it was just fun for him?

I couldn't wait for him to get back, so we could talk about what it was.

He had said something, about knowing I felt it too, what did he mean?

I was so lost in thoughts, I barely registered Layla pulling up to Sasha's house.

“We're here.” She announced. The gates opened and she started to drive in, her car moving towards the massive sprawling garage.

As we got down from the car and headed away from the garage towards the other side of the house, which was like in a different compound inside a compound.

Sounded confusing? Yeah, me too. If I hadn't been to Peter's house before, Sasha's mansion would have paralyzed me.

But I was still shocked. Peter's family was obviously modest. Their mansion was nothing compared to Sasha's.

I realized Layla was looking at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You don't look very impressed with. Layla's place.” She noted.

I laughed, “I am impressed. I'm just not…fainting because I've seen an elite's house before. I've seen Peter's place.”I said.

Her expression darkened.

“Right, Peter.” She said his name like it was the name of a deadly virus.

I bit my lip to bite back a sigh. She always got that reaction in anything that had to do with Peter.

In fact, she had started to avoid me more after I became friends with Peter. I had no idea why she hated him so much.

As we walked up to the massive doors, I could already hear music faintly from outside.

The moment we stepped in though, it was like stepping into a club.

Loud music, loud screams, the smell of expensive alcohol, sweat, weed, even drugs.

The sight before me was like a scene out of a p**n or orgy get together.

There were students scattered here and there, in every corner of the house, even in the hallways.

Some were necking, some dancing, grinding lustfully against one another.

And some were just going at it there! Like having sex, girls against the walls, guys thrusting into them from behind.

Sultry moans filled the air and sounds of skin against skin. Others stood around watching them, like it was show, some jerked off to the scene.

Some just stood around, looking disinterested while some sniffed something from small boxes that looked like snuff boxes, or drugs?

What the hell did I just step into? I turned to Layla and she shrugged. She didn't look so surprised.

I was horrified. Was this what the elites party was like?

Before I could ask _ I doubted you could hear your own voice over the ruckus _ she dragged my hand and started to pull me through the teeming crowd.

We passed so many rooms, more sounds of students having sex, and some just hanging out, others getting high until we finally made our way into a large living room.

As we walked in, I realized only Sasha and her minions were here.

Sasha's face lit up when she saw me. She got up and walked over to me, her hands folded over her chest.

“You're here.” She said softly. I nodded, as I looked around at the others.

They were only six, and Trent was there. I looked closer and realized the only ones in the room were the top six elites.

My heart fell. Something was horribly wrong, I realized.

They were all looking at me weird. Except Sasha who was smiling like she just hit the jackpot.

“Good job, Layla. You can go now.” She said.

Huh? I turned to Layla who gave me a mocking grin and started to walk away.

“It was great knowing you, I guess.” She said and then she was gone, locking the door behind her.

I turned back to Sasha, my heart beating rapidly against my chest, the others had gotten up and they were all rounding up on me.

What just happened? What did she mean? Did Layla sell me out…no, no, she was my friend, she wouldn't do that.

But then Peter's words rushed back. About Sasha using Layla to get to me.

I didn't believe him. Oh God, I didn't believe him.

“What are you doing? What do you want from me?” I stuttered stupidly.

They all laughed at me as they advanced closer, they were completely surrounding me now and I was locked in here with them.

“Oh you poor stupid thing. Don't you get it? Your friend sold you out to us. And your knight in shining armor won't be here to save your useless ass.” Sasha sneered.

She charged towards me and pushed me to the ground with a hard shove.

I yelled and one of them reached down and tore my jacket off me.

I covered my arms in embarrassment as I stared wide eyed at the group.

This couldn't be happening. I felt tears sting my eyes and start to drip down my cheek.

Sasha laughed and turned to the others.

“Aww, she's crying. Look at her fat flabby arms, guys.” She said, and cackled.

I shook my head, as my heart squeezed painfully, threatening to burst with the right pressure.

“What do you want from me?” I cried out.

“Don't you get it darling? You caused us elites a lot of trouble and we're going to make you pay, and it's going to hurt…very, very badly.”

I burst into tears, my only reaction at that moment, I looked up at their sneering faces as they laughed at me.

They looked like monsters closing in on me, leading their sacrifice to the altar.

Sasha kept their promise and that night, they broke me in multiple ways.

Everyone I ever thought was on my side had turned on me, in the end, I was alone…Sasha, Layla, Peter…even him, he was part of this.

As I went through hell, my mind automatically flitted back to the beginning, to how it all started.

And I wished I didn't take that step. I wished that I had never gone inside the gates of this hell called Delengade College.