Mia's POV.
I have absolutely no clue as to why it took Whitney two whole hours to finally be finished with getting ready. It was only a little party, apparently. I was hoping that we could leave within the hour and be back before midnight so i could get some well deserved sleep after a long day of traveling and unpacking.
Once Whitney had finally convinced me to go to this party, we went and got showered, which only took me 20 minutes, whereas it took Whitney 45 minutes. What the hell was she doing in there? I don't know why Whitney though she needed to take that long, she had had a shower in the morning anyway.
Whilst Whitney was finishing her shower, I was drying my hair and straightening it, which took me a while due to my thick brown hair being so long; resting just above my bum. I remember back in year ten, I had my hair cut to just above my shoulders, which was the biggest mistake ever, I had to wait three years just to get it back to the length it was.
I quickly finished my make-up, consisting of foundation, blush, winged eyeliner and a deep purple lipstick, at the same time as patiently waiting for Whitney to paint her nails. Although I may come across as a 'geek', I didn't dress like one.
People never understood my style at school with it being skinny jeans, band tees and combat boots, but above all they never understood why I wore make-up. They used to say comments like 'are you wearing make-up to cover your ugly face' or 'that make-up isn't making you any prettier', which made me more annoyed as time went by, but by the time I got to year eleven I stopped caring what people thought of me. If I was happy, then that's all that matters.
So now, two hours later, I was sitting on my bed dressed in my knee length black skater dress and my black combat boots, still waiting for Whitney to get dressed. She was rummaging through her wardrobe trying to find something to wear. She has shit loads of clothes that she could wear to this party and yet I know she is only going to end up wearing the first one she tried on, even after trying on another ten.
"My god, Whit, will you just pick an outfit already?" I groaned, rolling my eyes at her. At this rate the party will be over by the time we get there.
"Okay, I'm down to two different dresses." She spoke while holding up the two dresses. One was a bright yellow, skin tight dress with spaghetti straps, the other was an Aztec print, mini dress, with three quarter length sleeves. "Pick one" she said, turning to me.
"Umm, I don't know." She raised her eyebrow, encouraging me to answer. "Okay, the Aztec one." I finally decided.
"Yes! That's the one I was thinking!" she excitedly said, whilst turning around to put the other dress back into her wardrobe, allowing her to change into the chosen one. If she was thinking that one, then why didn't she just go with that one?
Once she was finally dressed, I grabbed my bag, waiting for her to do the same and walking towards the door.
"I can't wait for this party, I haven't got drunk in ages." Whitney gushed, a wide smile upon her face.
I hummed in response, not really feeling as enthused. From the corner of my eye I could see Whitney roll her eyes.
"Where are we going anyway? What party?" I asked, ignoring her annoyance.
"There is this frat party at one of the houses, dunno which one." She laughed.
"Oh, Okay. Is it far?" I asked yet another question. I was a little apprehensive about this party if I'm being honest.
"No, it's literally a two minute walk from here."
When I was looking at the University when we first arrived I thought there was only three buildings, but there was actually seven, with four of them being sorority houses. They were positioned behind the three main buildings where we had our classes in, making them unable to be seen from the front gates. Not only was there four other buildings behind it, there were also a sports field and tennis courts that could also be used as a basketball court. This place was a lot bigger than I thought.
We stepped out the dorm building and into the cool night air. It was the middle of September so it wasn't that cold outside, yet it still wasn't that warm either. It's not like I need a coat or anything, which was good because I knew that once I started dancing tonight, I would get too hot, take it off, put it somewhere and lose it.
Whitney was right, it was only a two minute walk and when we arrived there was many students drinking, dancing and basically having a good time and not caring about anything. It seemed like everyone mingled with everyone, not categorising friendship groups. Maybe I will fit in better here.
We walked up the steps, stepping into the house, being immediately hit with the smell of alcohol, sweat and smoke. Not the best smells in the world, right?
"Let's go get something to drink." Whitney shouted above the loud music blaring in our ears.
I nodded my head, following Whitney in a room filled with more alcohol than a 'Bargin Boozer'.
As we were walking around the building trying to find where all of the alcohol was, I couldn't help but let my eyes wonder around each room; taking in the different friendship groups. When we entered the main room, my eyes instantly landed on a certain group of boys.
There was a funny twist in my stomach when I took in their appearances, instantly letting me know these boys were trouble. Each of the boys had tattoos littering their arms and exposed collar bones; piercings adorning their youthful faces. They each had a cigarette placed in between their lips, making a cloud form around their small group as they exhaled.
I couldn't help but stare at them, they intrigued me. I knew there was a chance that one of them could catch me staring and I would probably end up humiliated in front of everyone. They just seemed like the type to do something like that. As if feeling my gaze set on them, the one with his back to me turned around, instantly locking his eyes with mine. His hair was styled perfectly into a quiff and every time a strobe light flashed towards his face, I could see the shine of his lip ring.
A smirk quickly made its way onto his face, eyebrows raising in a questioning manor. I knew he was wondering why I was staring, but in all honesty I didn't know the answer.
I quickly turned back around to face Whitney, trying to ignore the stare of quite possibly one of the most attractive guys I've ever seen. Whitney handed me a cup filled with something brown, most likely vodka and coke. I took a huge gulp, then another, letting the alcohol burn my throat.
"Woah there, missy. Don't get drunk already. Slow down a bit." Whitney said, placing her hand on my arm to stop me taking another gulp. I needed something to get rid of this nervous feeling I suddenly had.
I didn't have time to respond as the four guys from before were in front of us, innocent smiles adorning their faces. I had to admit they were rather gorgeous, there was no denying it. It didn't help that I had a thing for boys with piercings and tattoos. The typical 'bad boy' look is what attracted me. So I was defiantly screwed with these guys.
"Can we help you?" Whitney sassed, raising her eyebrows and cocking her head to the side. She was always the more confident of us two, never the one to hold back her thoughts.
"Well maybe not you, but I think your friend might have something she wants to say?" The boy with black hair hinted, cocking his eyebrow up at me. He had a septum piercing and one arm was covered in tattoos, whereas the other had a few placed randomly. His lips were perfectly plumps as his lips moved, letting out an unmissable lisp. I was almost drooling over his defined jawline, sharp enough to cut the tension that had just formed between us.
"Um, I-I don't know what you mean?" I stumbled over my words.
"We saw you staring at us, so either you think we're hot," he smirked "or you were judging us, which just doesn't sit well with us, princess."
I blushed and looked away. I think I may have given it away. Nobody could deny that these lads were hot, me included. My reaction was clear enough to show which one of the two statements was correct and I was even more embarrassed at that.
"Ah, so you think were hot." It Wasn't a question of reassurance; it was more of a statement.
I looked up to see all of them with grins on their faces, except the quiffed blonde one, who had his jaw clenched and looked a little annoyed. I wonder why? Now that he was closer to me I had a better view of his lip ring in his bottom lip, which was extremely hot. As if on queue, he bit his lip making my insides churn. I couldn't seem to move my gaze from this perfectly formed lips, his bottom lip tucked frustratedly between his teeth. My eyes moved away from his lips when I saw the corners slowly curling up into a sly grin.
I couldn't make any words come out of my mouth, so I just stood there with my mouth opening and closing like a fish.
I focused on anything other than the attractive blonde in front of me, which happened to be the people stood next to him. The two other boys also had piercing and tattoos, maybe it was like a clique thing. The one with black spiky hair, sticking in all different directions, had his eyebrow pierced and snake bites. One arm was covered in tattoos, the other had three rings going around his bicep and forearm, with a weird thing in between. The other, who had curly blondish-brownish hair, had a nose ring and both his arms littered with tattoos, just like the blonde.
"Come on lads." The one with blonde quiffed hair huffed, walking away; the other three following behind like ducklings following their mother.
I stood staring at the spot that they once stood in, feeling like a right dickhead for not saying more; for not making myself seem like a freak. I was just glad I was never going to see them again. Hopefully.
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