"Yes! You're wearing that. It's hot!" Perrie and Gemma both stood staring at me in awe as Eleanor finished playing dress up with me. "Now, makeup."
Seriously? We have been in this damn room for over an hour now. The girls have completely turned me into a Barbie doll. Skimpy outfits and all. What was I getting myself into! Don't get me wrong, they're super nice and extremely friendly, but THIS? This is all too much! I'm converse, they're heels. I'm simple t-shirts, they're dresses and brand names. Gemma is the only one who really shares the same style as I, but I have completely changed my view on that as she stands in front of me in a short black dress that fits too well, and shows way too much.
Eleanor grabbed my hand, dragging me to the bathroom. I let out a groan, slowly following behind her.
"Please, not too much? I already feel like I'm an easy hit in this outfit." I complained, trying to pull down the black shirt that could literally be a bra! She also had me a white pencil skirt with a pair of black heels. My long, dirty blonde hair was curled down my back, in a half up, half down, tied together with a small blue rubber band. I was not feeling this one bit.
"Don't worry! And what are you talking about? You don't look like an easy hit! You look hot!" She sighed and slapped my hands away from my 'shirt'. "Stop! Your boobs look great like that!"
I sighed, sitting on the toilet as she started. I felt the brush land on my eyelids, causing me to flinch and pull back. "Stop moving! Ugh, you're so difficult!" Eleanor yelled but chuckled as she continued. I finally just sat patiently, letting a small chuckle rumble between my parted lips as she applied a neutral colored lipstick to them.
When she was finally finished, I sighed looking into the mirror. To be honest, I really didn't look that bad. I actually can agree that I did, in fact, look hot. However, that does not help the fact that this is not me.
I sighed, looking to the girls who all stood ready with giant smiles on their faces.
"Ready?", I asked and gave a fake smile.
They all nodded and began small talk as I grabbed my small wallet and my phone and followed them out the door.
Yay, my first college party! I'm so excited!
Not.
The walk there wasn't too far, and the weather outside was warm at least. The music grew louder as we neared. You could see the lights rapidly changing from green to blue to red from the road across the street as we came to the corner.
"Wow, this party is big!" I commented, looking to the large frat house in front of me. Large, wooden Greek letters of ΦΓΔ rested against the side of the house, surrounded by empty red cups. About fifty people sat outside, either dancing, smoking, standing in circles, probably getting high, or passed out in the yard.
The other girls just laughed at my observations, leading the way through the yard and into the house.
Why am I even allowing this? This year, I was supposed to drowning in my homework and working extra hard to get good grades. When I said that I wanted a fresh start, I was meaning with my school. Keeping grades up, unlike all my previous years. Not procrastinating and actually doing my work. I didn't mean going to large frat parties!
The dark and foggy air took over my vision, the only light being given off is from the kitchen light and the few strobe lights. You could see glimpses of people who were sitting or standing against the wall, otherwise, it was just people grinding and drunkenly dancing to the music that echoed and boomed through the house, rattling it a little.
The atmosphere reeked of hard liquor, sweat, and weed. I coughed as it filled my senses. I carefully and nervously followed the girls through the living room and into what seemed to be the kitchen.
A tall, thinner man, full of tattoos pulled El to his side as they engulfed each other into a kiss. He smiled as they pulled away and turned to the other girls, including me, wrapping his arm around her tiny waist.
What is up with all the hot guys in this school? The all have perfect tan skin and beautiful smiles! They're muscular -oh my...
"Who's she?", He yelled over the music, nodding to me. I began to feel a bit creeped out though as he stared at me with a playful smirk.
"Louis, this is Khloe. Khloe, Louis.", Audrey commented, leaning into Louis as he also wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Eleanor buried herself into his side as if jealousy started to kick in and gave him a kiss on his cheek. He smiled and kissed her back.
I began feeling nauseous due to the nerves of being here. I felt trapped as more people filed into the kitchen.
"Nice to meet you, Khloe.", Louis smiled, unraveling his arm from Audrey, and sticking it out for me to shake.
My heart beat faster and the nerves started to get worse as I hesitantly shook his hand. He's one of the frat boys, and you could tell by the dominance he had over the room.
"Don't be nervous, love. Just have some fun. Do you want a drink?", he asked.
I hesitantly shook my head no as the other girls took off with some guys to dance, leaving just me, Louis, and Eleanor together. Great. At least I have her with me. I don't trust any of these boys. I know what they can do.
"Come on. I can't get at least one pretty girl a drink, tonight?" He winked, causing me to shutter. How can Eleanor be okay with him flirting like this?
I don't need a drink, let alone want one. I told myself I wasn't going back to drinking and partying again after the incident. I won't, and I refuse to.
"Um, I don't-"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE?", a strong voice echoed through the kitchen, cutting me off, causing me to flinch.
Harry.
Shit. Shit. Shit! I knew this was going to happen! I had a gut feeling, but what did I do? Certainly not listen to it, that's what!
Everyone in the kitchen stopped what they were doing, staring at the tall figure behind me.
Louis smiled, "Hey, Harry. This is Khloe." He pointed to me. I didn't dare to turn around to see Harry mad. His voice alone scared me.
"Yeah. I know who she is. I asked what she was doing here..." his voice was calm and soothing which honestly scared the shit out of me. It's always calm before the storm. "When I already told her that she wasn't invited!" He continued yelling, growing angrier by the second. I cringed again but continued holding myself up, not letting him get to me.
Trust me, Harry, I didn't want an invitation here anyways, so you saved me, technically.
"N-Nothing. I was just leaving." I stated, turning around and walking past him, looking into the dark room behind him so that I wouldn't have to see his jade eyes.
I hurried down the hallway and into the living room, soon drowning out Louis and Harry's voices as Harry continued to bitch about me. What is his problem with me, anyway?
"Khlo! Where ya going?", Gemma called after me, but I ignored her and continued to make my way to the door. She was pissed drunk already, you could definitely tell in her voice. I heard her laugh and her voice die out into the other muffles as she must have gone back to having fun with her friends.
Just as I was about to open it, it swung open, revealing a blonde haired boy. He too had a few tattoos, just not as many as Harry or Louis.
I jumped back, my heart rate beating out of control, startled by the surprise of the boy.
"Sorry, love.", his thick accent rolled off his tongue. Holy shit, that was hot. Definitely not American.
I smiled, stepping around him. He closed the door before I could step out.
What the hell!
I glanced up.
Shit.
"Where ya goin', babe?", He turned to face me.
I bit my lip, actually viewing his face. His eyes were captivating, the blue swallowing my brown ones.
"U-um.", I stuttered, not knowing what to say. His eyes caught me, and I lost my confidence as well as my voice. I forgot what to say and suddenly I couldn't seem to look away from him.
He smirked, his eyes growing darker as I now realized that I was taking too long to respond.
"I- I, um, was just l-leaving.", I pried my eyes off of his, turning to open the door. He shut it again, grabbing a hold of my wrist.
His touch burned, sending a fire through my veins.
"Love, the party just started."
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