Counting by the minutes

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"Sure. What do I wear?" I ask, heading to my closet. I had finished unpacking this morning.

"Well, it's the first day back for most, although some, like me, got here yesterday. What to make a good first impression? Hm" he said. I can't believe it's only the first day. Wow.

"How about this!?" He raised an eyebrow, holding up shorts that were way too short.

"How about no" I say. It was something Ella made me buy, so I could 'find my soulmate easier'. I don't think it'll help much.

"But you'll look sexy" he protests. "For meeee" he pleads, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"I'll help you study. I know you do theatre and stuff!"

"Fine. What do I wear with it" I need to stop giving in. Bad at saying no to people, one oft worst traits.

"This!"

I look at him in disbelief. He holds a ruffly white crop top that's more like a bikini top/ or a really ruffly bra. And it was sleeveless

"No"

"You already gave in. You have to. Now, go change" he stated.

"I stuck my tongue out at him and he threw the clothes at him. As I walked to the bathroom he smacked my but. I gasped. I knew he hadn't completely changed from his previous reputation. I locked the door, and changed. I looked in the mirror. Oh my gosh.

The shorts were short suede shorts that were black and went to right below my belly button. The shirt, barely covered any of my stomach. I threw my hair into a messy bun and headed out
Of the bathroom.

The first thing I heard was Mikey whistling. I smacked him on the arm and tried to pull down my shorts, but he stopped me.

"Nope! You look perfect" he said triumphantly.

"Ugh, I hate you"

" not forever. I'm gonna change that, remember?"

"Yeah yeah" I sigh and grab my phone, sticking it in my purse before we head out the door.

I know Ella and cam are doing something so they weren't gonna be there. The only person I'll have is Michael Ivison. Great.

The house, no, the mansion was amazing. Apparently it was someone's parent's winter house. and it was cureny my August so.

  We entered and everyone was already drunk. Michael led me through the crowd- and many people puking in plants- and into the kitchen. He handed me a bottle of alcohol.

     "Do I have to get drunk tonight?" I ask.

    "Cmon. It'll get your mind off things" he says, taking a swig of his own bottle.

    "your right, I need to distract myself" I say, taking a sip myself. Maybe this is t the right thing to do to distract myself, but it will work.

    As usual, I'm drunk soon enough. I'm currently dancing in the center of the party to a song I can't recognize.

   I move my hips to the music as a guy dance next to me, "accidentally" touching me sometimes. I'm too drunk to care.

   The music stops for a second as the songs change and he looks at me. I don't recognize him at all. He looks like he's a year older, probably why.

    "Your hottt baby" he slurs. I laugh, throwing my head back.

    He puts his arms around my waist and I do the same but around his neck. We sway to the new song that comes on, and soon I'm lost to the music.