Cody

Amidst a sea of ​​teenagers dressed in provocative clothing, drinking and moving to the music, Cody stood out ridiculously: with his baggy cream-colored sweater, platinum blonde hair, sky-blue eyes, and that unmistakable angelic vibe he exuded. Completely overwhelmed by the noise, the raucous laughter, and the pungent smell of alcohol, Cody sought refuge in the first available spot. He ended up sitting on a couch, his back stiff and his hands clutching his knees. He remained there, motionless and self-conscious, his obvious disconnect from the chaotic scene making him the center of curious glances from the other guests, who couldn't believe that "the pastor's son" was in the middle of such a party. Why is there so much alcohol? They're not supposed to be drinking... Cody thought, averting his gaze in terror and trying to hide his face in the collar of his oversized sweater. He glanced sideways at the tables piled high with plastic cups, beer bottles, and wine bottles, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. For him, seeing everything the church elders whispered in horror come to life was an overwhelming experience.
Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to a slightly more secluded corner of the room. Her innocence couldn't process all of this as her mind transformed into an absolute chaos of doubt and fear. She couldn't grasp anything happening around her; the music pounded in her ears, and the atmosphere felt increasingly heavy and alien. To make matters worse, as she turned her head, searching for a visual escape, her gaze fell directly upon a couple engaged in a passionate and noisy encounter in the hallway. "My God! They're kissing! I shouldn't have looked, I shouldn't have disturbed them... Aaaah!" she exclaimed inwardly, abruptly covering her eyes with both hands to hide a violent blush.