(( Bill's POV ))

I looked at the address the basketball guy gave to me on my phone.

54 Wingfield Street, Block 13458.

It's not far from the school, but to me it was quite a distance from the Mystery Shack. I didn't drive a car like they did.

About 10 minutes later, I saw a block of houses. Amongst one of them was an over-the-top, music blaring in the distance, a crowd of teens at the backyard screaming and laughing.

It was a party all right. I wonder if the neighbors could stand all this noise, how inconsiderate of them.

I stopped at the  gates of this "house". Was a modern-looking 3 floored building with a huge backyard and a swimming pool to dip in still be considered a house? I wouldn't be surprised if it were a small office building.

This persons parents sure are rich- apart from the noise, this house literally stands out, with the extra levels overlooking the other pathetic 2 floored houses.

The house was so grand, it kind of lost its homely feeling. I guess that goes the same for the family as well.

Then, someone must have seen me, as the automated gates smoothly glided open. A guy, wearing a plaid blue shirt and holding a white remote control waved at me.

I guess he's the one who noticed me.

I walked to him, hearing the whir of the mechanical gates closing behind me. As I went nearer, I recognized him as the guy who offered me the invitation at the first place.

The child of the owner of the house. The one with his hands tucked very intimately onto her waist. The one who wanted to know me better. I wonder if he still remembered.

"Hey you are Bill right? Let's get acquainted tonight I really want to know you better, you're like this one interestinggg dudee-" he slung his arm around me, breath already reeling of alcohol, his words a bit slurred.

I cringed my nose and nodded, not replying anything.

He didn't seem to mind, and led me into his gigantic house, mumbling.