Hope
'You SO have to come to this party. It'll be good for you. You can get to know everyone!' Callie had exclaimed.
This is how I now found myself in the middle of my bedroom with Callie curling my hair and me painting my nails. Callie had arrived at my house already made up and ready to go, she had said that it would give us more time to work on my appearance- great.
'You're going to look super hot- just wait until you see the dress that I've brought for you to wear...Ashton won't be able to keep his eyes off you!' She squeals.
Callie digs deep into her overnight bag and pulls out what looks like a black top.
'Do you have any trousers to go with that shirt?' I ask.
'Trousers?' Callie replies, confused. 'What are you talking about? This is your dress, silly.'
She throws the piece of material, that certainly does not qualify as a dress in my standards, into my arms.
'It looks better on, don't worry,' she reassures.
After slipping on the dress, which actually fits me better than expected, Callie squeals that it's time for the 'Big Reveal' and for me to see what I look like.
She spins me around to face the mirror and I gasp.
Woah. I look hot.
Now I'm not one to normally blow my own trumpet but..woah. My hair is curled into loose waves that float to just above my bottom and several different pieces are gripped up to add an elogance to the hair-do. My browney orange eyes are lined with a flick of black eyeliner, giving me a 'cat-eye' look and I have on just a swipe of clear lip gloss. And the dress...oh the dress. The tight material clings to me in all the right places, emphasising curves I didn't even know existed! Callie has put me in black boot-heels (which are apparantly easier to walk in- thank the lord!).
'See? You. Look. Hot!' Callie squeals.
It is then I take a moment to take in Callie's appearance. She is wearing a tie-dyed blue dress which starts from light blue at the top and ends up a dark blue at the bottom of the floaty dress. She has paired this with a similar pair of shoes to mine. Her blonde hair is pin-straight and looks super silky and sleek. She also has similar make-up to me but has added a smear of blue eyeshadow to match the dress.
I must say, we're going to rock this party!
Ashton
This party is kickin'. My buddy TJ always knows how to throw a good party. I down, what must be, my 6th beer of the night so far when I feel a pair of long arms circle my waist.
I spin round to find Claire Reeves looking at me in what must have been an attempt to look seductive.
'Hey Ashy baby, you haven't been returning my calls..' she pouts which I do not find cute, just whiney and annoying.
I slowly remove her arms from around my waist and reply, 'Claire, I've told you before and I won't tell you aga-'
I am interrupted by someone being pushed into me.
'Hey! Watch where you're-' I stop talking as I glance down at the wide brown eyes staring up at me.
It's the girl from the corridor and she looks HOT.
'It is then an idea occurs to me and I grab the corridor girl and put my arm around her waist.
'Hey Claire, I don't believe you've met my girlfriend um-' I realise that I cannot introduce the girl as 'Corridor Girl' and look at her helplessy.
She just stares at me in shock until she finally regains her composure and supplies, 'Hope. I'm his girlfriend Hope.' She shoots Claire a dazzling smile that blows even me away.
Claire sneers.
'You have a girlfriend?' Her voice is dripping with digust.
'Yes, yes I do Claire so I would really appreciate it if you would stop with all the calling and texting.' I smile, to soften the blow.
Claire spins on her heel and storms off and my shoulders sag with relief.
I slowly lean in towards Hope and whisper in her ear, 'Looks like you're my girl for the night Angel.' I give her a cheeky wink as she blushes insanely. Cute.
'I..You..Um..Girlfriend..Me..I...' she stutters.
'Let me explain.' I offered. 'I hooked up with that chick Claire a few weeks back and she won't get off my case since. Seems to think I want to go back for round two...when I certainly do not.'
'Ew! That is so gross, why are you telling me this?!' She demanded. Oo she looks cute when she's mad.
'This is where you come in, I need you to pose as my girl for the night so Crazy Claire will leave me alone.'
I so hope she goes along with this.
'And what makes you think I'll agree to this?' She asks, one eyebrow raised.
I take two big strides forward and plant my hands on either side of her face, drawing her closer.
'Because, my little Angel, who in their right minds would pass up an opportunity of being Ashton Kennedy's girl for the night?' I smirk at her, knowing that I'm pushing her buttons.
But her response surprises me.
'Okay.' She says simply.
'Okay?' I question, wondering if I've heard her right.
'Yes, I said okay. Geez, is there something wrong with your hearing?'
I smirk. I like her when she's fiesty.
Hope
Girlfriend. I'm playing Ashton Kennedy's girlfriend for the night.
WHAT?
What have I gotten myself into? I need a drink.
I try to look for Callie but as soon as we arrived she went off with some college guy.
I manage to avoid Ashton for the majority of the night and I am just refilling my cup with beer from the keg when I glance up to see a pair of twinkling green eyes looking at me.
'Um..hello?' I say, more as a question.
Mystery boy's eyes roam me and an approving smile creeps onto his face. Under normal circumstances, I would have found this totally repulsive and walk away but now I have alcohol in my system my opinions seem to have changed.
'Well hello there pretty lady.' His voice is like caramel, it makes me melt. 'I'm Blake, and you are?'
I feel a new found confidence surge through my veins. Normally, I wouldn't dream of speaking to a guy as godly-looking as Blake. He has black spiky hair, those beautiful eyes and muscles so huge you can see them through his white t-shirt.
'Hope, nice to meet you,' I reply. Damn, why couldn't I have said something
'Hope..a pretty name for a pretty lady.' Blake responds with a wink.
I giggle. Giggle?! I know, I blame the alcohol.
'Care to dance?' He asks but does not wait for an answer as he grabs my hand and leads me onto the dancefloor.
He places his hands on my hips and pulls me close. I mould to his body, putting one hand around his neck and the other on his chest. It's nice and probably feels 100 times nicer because I'm a little tipsy.
'Blake leans in and whispers in my ear, 'I'm just going to get us another drink.' He shoots me a panty-dropping smile and saunters off before I can reply.
I'm still gazing after him, admiring his bum (I'm not afraid to admit!) when two arms grab me gently from behind. I swing around to come face to face with none other than Ashton. Great.
'Hey Girlfriend, I've been looking all over for you.' He says cheekily.
The alcohol really seems to be taking it's toll on me- I am gaining more confidence by the second.
Ashton's arms move to my hips and he pulls me in close. I instantly notice a difference to when I was dancing with Blake to how I am dancing with Ashton. We seem to mould together perfectly, all my curves fitting into him in the right places.
We dance for the rest of the poppy song that is playing, gradually getting closer and closer to one another, if that is even possible.
His tight black t-shirt fits him perfectly, highlighting every single one of his muscles.
The words leave my mouth before I can stop myself.
'You have muscely muscles.'
He raises an eyebrow. 'Muscley muscles, ey?' He asks, obviously amused at my choice of drunken vocabulary.
I just giggle. Again. Geez, I really have to stop doing that.
I look up to see Ashton staring at me intently.
'What?' I ask.
He doesn't respond. Instead, he reaches out and slowly tucked a strand of fly-away hair behind my ear. It is the most intimate thing that has ever happened to me.
It is then the look in his eyes turns from something I can't decipher, to lust. He pulls our bodies even closer together (though I'm not sure how this is possible) and lowers his hands so they plant on my bum.
I start feeling tingles running from the top of my spine to the tips of my toes. Instead of pulling away, I pull him closer, pushing our hips together. It is then the music changes to 'Don't Cha' by the Pussy Cat Dolls.
Perfect! I think.
WIthout realising, I start grinding against Ashton to the music. He lets out a deep growl of approval and matches my dance moves. Boy, he can dance! We do not break eye contact for the whole song and slowly I feel a heat start to build up in my body.
He leans forward, almost in slow motion, and I can feel his breath fans my face. He smells like a mix of mint and cinnamon, a surprisingly good mix.
Just as our lips are about to touch, I get a bad feeling in my stomach and throat.
'I think I'm gonna throw up!' I manage to choke out.
I run as fast as I can to the nearest bathroom and start heaving in the toilet. This is just great. I hate being sick because it always makes me cry. So, here I am, crying inbetween constantly puking down a toilet.
It is then I feel a strong, calming hand start to rub circles on my back and my hair, which has fallen out of all the grips, is swept from my face. At this moment in time, I do not care who this person is, I am just grateful for them being there.
After about 10 minutes of crying, puking, crying, puking, I have nothing left to come out. I slowly and shakily get to my feet, wipe my mouth and turn around. I let out a gasp.
Ashton stands before me with a sheepish smile on his face. I take a step towards him and wrap my arms around him. He hesitantly wraps his arms around me too. For the first time, in a long time, I feel safe and comfortable.
'Thankyou,' I whisper croakily in his ear.
He doesn't say anything but finds my hand and squeezes it in acknowledgment.
'Come on Angel, let's get you home.'
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