Chapter 3

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"Ronnie! Hurry up in there!" Becca called, banging on our tiny bathroom door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I yelled, brushing my hair. It fell in long, blonde, waves over my shoulders. I pondered a moment, kind of laughing to myself. That's one thing I'd noticed whilst I'd been in London; there weren't many blondes around here. More or less, a shit load of brunettes.

I did a once over in the mirror, making sure my outfit wasn't creased.

The pair of white skinny jeans adorning my legs made me look a bit taller than I actually was, and the cobalt blue tank top hugged my figure perfectly. Blue flats were the last touch to my outfit, my eyes anxiously scanning the mirror.

The pounding Becca was creating on the bathroom door distracted my thoughts, getting louder by the second.

"Ronnieeeee! Are you ready yet?!" Becca called.

I opened the door, laughing. "Calm your tits, will you? I needed to make sure I look okay!"

I looked over her outfit, and she did the same to mine.

"Well damn... you look great!" She smiled.

"Thanks. You look nice too!" I remarked, taking in her black skirt and hot pink top.

She folded her arms over her chest as she smirked.

"I know. Now, lets go!" she chimed, grabbing my arm and pulling me out the door.

"A-are you sure I look okay?" I asked, biting my bottom lip as we waited for the elevator. Becca gave me a knowing look, raising her eyebrow.

"Ron, you look fine. Everyone's gonna love you, you've got absolutely nothing to worry about! And besides, I'm going to be right next to you the entire time. Just chill," she reassured me, dragging me into the open doors of the elevator.

I picked at my nails the entire way there, nervously opening and closing my palms.

Becca took notice of my nervous behavior, sighing heavily.

"What did I just say, Ronnie? You are going to be just fine," she smiled, leading me up a path.

The sound of loud music and yelling filled my ears as we neared a tall frat house. I glanced at all the people standing on the lawn, red plastic cups in their hands.

We entered the house, the music blaring.

"Becca! You made it!" A girl with short black hair immediately called as we walked in. Becca smiled, hugging her.

"Who's this?" the girl yelled over the music, gesturing to me.

"This is Ronnie! She's the one from America!" Becca yelled back, smiling at me. I waved, a shy smile on my face.

"I'm Angela! Nice to meet you Ronnie!" The girl smiled, hugging me.

"Nice to meet you too!" I politely remarked, hugging her hesitantly.

"Are you ready to see how us Brits party?!" Angela chimed, looking back over at Becca. I nodded, following her through the crowds of dancing people.

Becca smiled encouragingly, pushing me in front of her as we neared a group of kids. It was almost pitch black, aside from the flashing lights and strobes placed about the room.

When she said there was a party at her friend's dorm, I didn't expect to see this many people. And I certainly didn't expect the fact that her friends dorm wasn't really a dorm at all, but more like a large house.

Becca introduced me to a few more people, all of whom were very nice. But it wasn't long before I heard my name being called in a shrill voice. I turned around to see none other than Kate, pushing her way towards me.

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