My Revenge Obsession

Chapter Seven- The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You [Part Two]

*TRIGGERWARNING*

 A few hours later the house was manic. Nobody could get into the bathroom (my new bedroom) because Leila and Lisa had taken it over. Bryan was ransacking every room trying to find a specific t-shirt. George, Rich and I were trying- and failing- to stay out of everyone's way, and Jake... well, Jake was nowhere to be seen.

 After a while George and Rich sort of gave up, so I joined them in collapsing onto the sofa. The TV was turned on and all we could do was watch Marilyn Manson be terrifying onscreen and wait. Then Lisa and Leila came downstairs looking all gorgeous, took away the guys' attention and it was hard for me to not feel left out.

 It seemed I was more boring than ever.

 It all got better when Bex arrived, though. She walked into the living room and my jaw genuinely dropped. She was wearing a cross between a tail suit jacket and a blazer, silver-grey in colour and slightly short at the front, displaying an inch or so of her hips. Three small buttons on the front were done up over a plain black vest top underneath. Her legs were clad in leggings which would probably fit someone else perfectly but were slightly loose on her petite frame, and I was stunned to find a black pair of platform boots adorning her feet. Her eye makeup was dark, her lips were coloured a soft burgundy, and there was a slight curl to her normally dead straight hair.

 "You look great!" I exclaimed, standing up and rushing forward to give her a hug.

 "Oh, thanks James. So... uh, so do you." she replied hesitantly.

 "I haven't changed yet."

 "Oh, good."

 Smiling as I excused myself, I practically ran into the kitchen to grab some clothes from my cupboard-wardrobe. The evening was starting to look promising after all and I began to feel the old mix of nervousness and excitement that usually went along with our nights out; anything could happen, and just about anything normally did.

 In the bathroom I put a plain grey t-shirt on underneath an unbuttoned black shirt, kept on the standard black skinny jeans and started rootling around in the cupboard for my old stage makeup. Forcing myself to leave the red hairspray for another day, my hands landed on the little black bag containing my white foundation and powder, black eyeliner and various other bits and pieces. I chose to ignore the vampire makeup and instead simply outlined my eyes using the pencil, making them stand out more before I began to fuss over my hair.

 There was a single knock on the door and no pause before Jake threw it open, rolling his eyes when he saw my face was an inch away from the mirror while I inspected every self-proclaimed horrific aspect of my features. "You look hot as fuck, as always, now let's go."

 Opting to not say anything in response to the compliment, I simply allowed him to grip my right forearm tightly and yank me out of the room. It was only after we nearly fell over for the second time in his haste to get downstairs did he release me and I watched from the middle of the staircase as he jumped the last few steps, opened the front door and sauntered out without another word.

 "Apparently we're going!" I called over my shoulder down the hallway, and there was a slight grumble as everyone started to seep out of their hiding places and one by one leave the house.

 I was the last person out, closing the door behind me and locking it before replacing the spare key under the mat. Then I headed over to Jake's car where the front passenger seat had been left for me. Bryan, Leila, George and Lisa were all with Rich in his car, meaning my convoy was simply made up of myself, Bex and Jake- though that didn't stop him from dubbing it 'the party car' and blasting High On The Crime by Turbonegro over the stereo.