End of year party

Mike had never gone to any parties throughout his school career, and he felt he wasn't about to end that streak now. Once he got a taste of the party life, he was afraid he would be chasing it in college, and the rest of his life. However, when his mother found a crumpled invitation to a party that happened after finals, but before graduation, she insisted that he go just to see what he had been missing. So, with a sense of obligation, he left his house on a saturday night to go to his first and only high school party.

The party was only a block away, hosted by Mila Beya-Rosa's parents. Her mother had gotten divorced when she was still in grade school, so everyone knew her by her hyphenated last name. She had her 18th birthday a month before, and she wanted to let loose, within reason.

Mike approached the house, hearing the music blasting a thumping beat that already made his ears hurt. He rang the doorbell, but barely heard it over the din of the party. He then knocked hard on the door, and a moment later, it opened, revealing Mila wearing a pink tube top that showed off her toned shoulders and caramel skin. Her wavy chocolate covered hair fell around her shoulder to frame her face and draw attention to the small amount of cleavage her top allowed (her parents likely not letting her wear it any lower). Below that, she wore black leggings that hugged her long swimmer's legs that boasts tremendous thighs and round hips that exuded strength, power, as well as an attractive amount of suppleness.

She smiled as she beckoned him in, and he took in the surroundings. He entered the foyer, nicely decorated with a chandelier hanging from a vaulted ceiling. A grand staircase was to his left, leading to a second floor and unknown rooms down a hall. In front of him was a hallway filled with students standing around, eating snacks or drinking various (possibly) non-alcoholic beverages. She led him to the right, which was a short hallway that led to the kitchen and dining room, which was filled with students he recognized from school.

"Help yourself to something to eat or drink. Theres a pool out back if you feel like stripping down for a swim, or you can stay inside and hang out in the living room or find some guys to talk to. Everyone from our class was invited, so...have fun!" Mila said before walking outside.

Mike watched her toned yet rounded bottom away as she walked away. She wasn't like other girls that liked to tease boys with their soft bodies. To be honest, he was attracted to powerful women since his own mother is a hot shot lawyer who taught him everything he knows about winning debates, and can still teach him a thing or two. He wasn't sure if it was because he felt physically inferior to her, or if it was just because she excelled at something he couldn't dream of ever achieving, he admired Mila. He wanted her to know him as a friend, and maybe more, but they ran in such different circles. He wasn't sure how, bit he resolved to get her to notice him.

Maybe if he asked for a swim lesson from her? He never learned, and it would give them an opportunity to connect and bond. Maybe he could try cooking her favorite snack or meal? He seemed to have free reign over the kitchen, but he had no clue what her favorite dish or snack was. Perhaps he could leave her a note in her bedroom? He can meet her at school and maybe hang out with her.

He kicked around every possible way from the bold to the creepily meek, and finally made a decision.