Army Brat

Army Brat. Ch8

   “Thanks, my mom hires a home decorator to redo the house each year.” she laughs and leads me up the stairs case. I couldn’t help but look at the pictures pf a happy family hanging on the wall lining the stairs. I saw a beautiful brunette woman smiling with warm browns eyes at the camera with a very handsome man with sparkly blue eyes and dirty blonde hair look at his wife instead of the camera, I look at a younger Brittany smiling right next to a boy that looks a lot like her only much, much younger. My heart felt heavy and I could feel tears fill my eyes looking at the picture. I wish I had a family like this. I wish I had a dad and a little brother to tease with but secretly love him. I want the picture perfect family like Brittany’s. I guess I just can’t be normal like that.

   “You okay?” Brittany ask causing me to jump a little and look up from the picture I was looking at. I wasn’t even aware that I stopped to look. I smile and blink away my tears. I’m here to get ready for a party, not sulk around because my dad’s an ass and couldn’t bother to stick around.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Are your parents okay with you throwing a party with alcohol?” I ask as I start walking up the stairs.

   “Are you kidding? They love that I ask to have parties. They would rather I throw them and have alcohol them me sneak it around.” Brittany rolls her eyes and laughs before turning around and leading me down to the very end of the hall.

   “I wish my mom was like that. I mean I can go to parties but I’m not suppose to drink, and if I threw a party in our house she’d totally ground me.” I roll my eyes as we enter Brittany’s room. I feel my eyes widen and I stop dead in my tracks. I LOVE her room. I so want it. I look around and see she has a king sized bed, that could fit like 6 people in it, covered by a light blue satin blanket and  a bunch of pillows pilled on top. He walls are filled with posters and pictures of her and friends on the beach, her room is perfectly clean, not a article of clothing lays on the floor, the carpet looks to be just vacuumed. She has a glass door that steps out on to one of the balconies, and a little make up table with a huge mirror, the top is covered with make up, curling irons, a flat iron, and a blow drier.

   “Dang, think you have enough make up?” I laugh as I plop down on the edge of her bed and put my bags on the floor.

   “Nope, a girl can never have enough make up, just like we can never have enough clothes and shoes.” I couldn’t help but laugh and nod my head. It’s true, any normal girl would love to go shopping everyday for shoes and clothes, and I’m so one of those girls.

   It takes us about an hour to get ready for the party, apart from Brittany taking a thirty minute shower to wash her hair and shave her legs. Good thing I did all that stuff before I came over. I took me about twenty minutes to blow dry and straighten Brittany’s hair to perfection before she curled mine so it falls in tight ringlets down my back. It only took me a couple minutes to do Brittany’s make up, and for her to do mine before we pick out our dresses, it takes us another twenty minutes to finally decide on dresses and slip into them.

   Brittany decided on a tight purple cocktail dress the comes to her mid thigh and hugs everyone of her curves and a pair of black heels. She helps me pick out cute light pink dress the fits me perfectly and shows off my hour glass figure, ending a little lower than mid thigh and a v neck that shows off just amount of cleavage but not to much, I slip on a pair of black ballet flats (because alcohol and heals do not mix well with me) and a cute black belt the clips into a bow around my waist.

   “We look hot. Josh wont be able to keep his hands off of you.” Brittany says when were done getting dressed and ready to head down stairs.

   “Um, he better.” I say and put my hands on my hips. I’m still pissed at him for treating Brittany so bad after she gave up her virginity to him.

   “Why, I thought you liked him?” she ask and sits down on the little stool with her back towards her make up desk.

   “No! What makes you think that?” I yell

  I watch her shrug before she answers. “I don’t know, I thought you were playing hard to get or something.”

   “Ha, he wishes. He pisses me off so much, consistently playing with my hair or drawing on my art papers. And he acts like he can get any girl he wants. It’s disgusting.”

   “Sounds like you like him.” she shrugs and adjust a strap on her heels.

   “No, after what he did to you, I don’t even want to see him.”

   “What do you mean ‘after what he did to me’?” she ask

   “You know… when he just took your virginity and never talked to you again.”

  I jump a little when I hear her laugh, it’s so unexpected and light, kind of like a fairies laugh. I give her a flat look and wait till she stops laughing to talk to her.

   “Why are you laughing? He treated you like crap, took your v-card, and dumped you like yesterday’s news. That not right.”

   “I asked him to sleep with me, I hated being the only virgin in my group of friends. They would make fun of my and call me a child and stuff because they had all lost their virginity when they were in middle school. I knew josh wouldn’t say no to a pretty girl asking for sex, for some reason I thought that if I gave Josh my virginity he would like me or something. I got my hopes up and quickly realized my mistake and got over it.” I watch her shrug with a stunned expression on my face. She asked him for sex? He didn’t just take it, she asked him. I yelled at him over a misunderstanding. Oh god, I yelled at him, I can’t believe I let my anger get the best of me because that happened to me and I didn’t have the nerve to tell off the jackass that did it to me.

   “Oh god,” I groaned and put my head in my hands. “I yelled at him.”

   “What? When did you see him? You weren’t at school today.” I look up to see her face etched with worry and confusion. I’m such a back person.

   “He come to my house last night. He told me her took your… you know and I yelled at him because he shrugged it off, like taking something like a girls virginity it like eating a bowl of cereal in the morning.” I groan again a flop down on Brittany’s bed. I feel so bad. What if he never wants to take to me again? What if he hates me forever because I yelled at him and called him names? Even though I totally hate how he such a distraction by drawing on my paper or playing with my hair, I secretly like it. I like how he causes goose bumps to rise when he pulls on my hair in class. I shake my head. No I cannot like him, he’s annoying, and player. I don’t do players anymore. They always wait to get what they want and leave when they do.

  “Oh.” I sit up from the bed and look at Brittany. Maybe he’s coming to the party. Maybe I can take to him and apologies about yelling at him, then avoid him until I move.

  “Is he coming to you party?” I ask and bite me lip, please say he is, please say is is, please say..

   “I don’t know. I mean I invited him but he seemed pretty distant yesterday. He was different. I guess you the reason he apologized to me this morning.”

   “He apologized?” I ask. Oh god, I’m such a bad person. I feel horrible. I’m so getting drunk tonight. Maybe I’ll get so drunk I’ll forget about yelling at him. I doubt it.

   “Yeah, he ran up to me this morning and said he was sorry for barley talking to me after we slept together. Then he apologized to a bunch of other girls to.” I’m so getting drunk tonight. I need to numb myself or I’m going to cry. I have to find him and apologize for yelling at him, after I get drunk.

   “Oh.” I hear the door bell ring and look at the clock. Eight o’ clock. Dang, time flew by. Oh well I hope off the bed and follow Brittany out of her bedroom.

    I couldn’t help but smile and think, time to get drunk.