"Can I tell you something?" Conrad asked.
I only nodded.
"You're the strongest person I know."
To this day, I still think he lied to me. I should be the least strongest person he knows. How did he consider me strong when I could list dozens of peop...
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"TWO ANTISOCIALS AT a party like this was possibly the worst idea you've ever had, Sonny," Kenny said from the couch he and Cecilia were sitting on.
"It wasn't my idea, Ricky," I said my arms crossed as I leaned against the wall. I could feel a stare from someone around the room, but I didn't want to look around and find it. All I managed to look at was the boy in front of me who seemed to chug down any drink he had. It all went through my head as I processed what was going on, I was at a party, and I didn't feel like I was running out of air. I couldn't help but smile.
"I'm not antisocial, I just don't like people that much," Cecilia said, sipping on some champagne they had been handing out. We were sharing a glass, but she was drinking most of it. I had only wanted a taste.
Based on the drinks he was serving and his huge house, Liam was rich rich. Both Kenny and Cecilia didn't seem to be all that surprised once they laid eyes on his house. Maybe they were used to the size of huge mansions like this one, but I was so clearly not. Mostly because I couldn't help but let my eyes roam all over the house. Not even the people at my private school were this rich.
"Go dance then," Kenny challenged her. The night had barely just begun, so most people were barely tipsy enough to be dancing. Then there were others that didn't need to be drunk to dance. There was a small group of about fifteen in the middle of the living room. I wasn't familiar with the song, but it was definitely something I could dance to.
"I will." Cecilia stood up from the couch and pulled me with her. I followed quickly behind her. Once we made it, Cecilia looked at me, sending me a look of, show me what you got. I haven't danced at a party in a while, but I was with one of my friends at a party, and I wasn't freaking out. I could fully enjoy myself without any anxious feelings or thoughts. Things were getting better. I felt it in my chest, ignoring the ache that was caused by something else entirely.
The dancing felt almost natural. I swayed my hips, moved the entirety of my body with the rhythm of the music. My fingers intertwined with Cecilia's as we held up our hands in the air. With each change of song, we both made sure to dance the way we were meant to dance. I felt at peace, knowing that I wasn't held back by anything anymore. I can go to a party without freaking out, I confronted my mom, I am finally speaking to my dad as normally as we possibly can, I have a place at NYU; not to mention I know exactly what I am going to study, and noting and no one is going to take that away from me.
"I thought you said you weren't much of a dancer?"
"I should've said, I don't like proving anyone right, especially Kenny."
We both laughed, the people dancing as well, motioning us towards their group.
"He's looking," Cecilia whispered in my ear, the music too loud to hear anything at all.
