CHAPTER FOUR
A couple of days passed, and college life at the moment was the only thing on my mind. Meeting my professors stressed me out to say the least, but I was able to put on my teacher's pet attitude with ease.
I had no friends in my classes, which wasn't surprising seeing as I only made one friend at this school and that was Katrina. Her and Colby... but I wasn't sure Colby would classify as a friend as we only shared awkward encounters.
Knowing that the only thing separating us at night was a wall, made me curious to say the least. It wasn't the fact that I liked him... it's just... he intrigues me.
But I would never tell him that. Not that I'd have a chance to anyways.
My thoughts were quickly interrupted when a certain blue haired girl bursted into my room.
"Oh my God! Cassie! I've missed you," She says, running towards me at full force. She envelopes me in a hug and I giggle slightly, pushing her off gently.
"Please don't tell me you've been doing this all week," She says, acknowledging the papers stacked up on my desk.
I grimaced at the sight, but it was true. Despite Katrina's efforts to hang out with me during my break times and such, I usually told her I was busy... with school work. The perks of signing up for hard classes.
"Yeah... you know what they say, college makes you or breaks you," I say, standing up from my desk, stretching out my arms and legs.
She scoffs, "Yeah, well it looks like it's breaking you at the moment. You look like you need a drink," Her eyes light up suddenly, "Sam's frat is hosting a party tonight, can I count you on being there?"
The thought of a college party scared me... that was definitely not my scene.
"Before you can say no, I want to tell you Colby will be there," She says, wiggling her eyebrows, "I know you like him. Like, I could feel the sexual tension through the door last week."
I roll my eyes, "Like him? I can't stand him."
Katrina only laughs in response, causing me to shoot a pointed look at her, "Come on," She drags out, sticking out her lip in a pout.
"No way."
"What's the worst that could happen?"
"I could fail."
"Doubt it."
"Still."
"I'll dress you up."
"You could leave me at the party."
"I probably won't. I'll introduce you to all my friends."
I stare at her, and she opens her eyes wide and innocently. My confidence shatters at the look, and I instantly give in, "Fine. Screw your puppy eyes. I'll stay for maybe thirty minutes."
"An hour."
"Thirty-five minutes."
"Forty minutes."
"You will be the death of me, Kat."
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Before I knew it, I was sitting in Katrina's dorm room. She was throwing clothes left and right, clearing her vanity, and giggling every two seconds.
"You really don't even need to wear something revealing, you're already hot," She says, holding up a sparkly gold dress, and I shoot her a pointed look, "Why? This dress is cute... fine. But anyways, I would totally go for you if I weren't obsessed with a boy named Sam Golbach, and straight as a pole."
I laugh as she pulls out a sequin covered dress, "No way in hell. How about I look in your closet? We have... different tastes."
She squints her eyes at me, but sighs, "Fine but this one," She says, grabbing a blue satin bodycon dress, "Is mine. I'll be in the bathroom changing."
I watched her blue hair disappear into the bathroom that was conveniently in her room, I was kind of jealous. Since she lived in the corridors with the double rooms, her room was larger, and the two rooms inside were separated. Her and her roommate had a kitchen AND a bathroom, while I had neither in my room.
I walked towards her closet, and was immediately taken aback by the amount of colors in her closet.
It's only one night. You can do it, I tell myself as my fingers pass through the selections.
A black two piece caught my eye, and I pulled it out. The top was off the shoulder, and the skirt was a plain black bodycon skirt. I instantly was in love.
I stripped down, and put it on. I move towards her vanity mirror and glance over my body. It didn't look good on me.
My body didn't have the curves for this dress, unlike Katrina. A lump formed in my throat and a sudden urge to cry came over me.
My mother's voice rang in my head, you have no curves, don't wear revealing clothes.
My eyes began to water, and my hands moved towards the edge of the bottom of the top. I shouldn't have done this, I'm not pretty enough to go to a college party. Hell, I'm not smart enough to be in college.
I'm not good enough. I never will be.
But before I could pull the top over my head, Katrina came out of the bathroom and charged start towards me, "You look SO hot. If I were gay..."
I roll my eyes, "I don't like it. I shouldn't go," My voice cracked and I immediately scolded myself for showing any sort of weakness.
Katrina scoffs in response, and goes to her closet and takes out a bin. She pulled out a pair of fishnet stockings and threw them towards me, "I don't know who messed up your mindset, but sweetie, you'll be the hottest one there. Now put on these stockings, so I can do your makeup."
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An hour passed and I felt as dolled up as I possibly could be.
Katrina didn't even put that much makeup on me, insisting I didn't need it. I observed her as she put on her eyeshadow, and I sighed thinking to myself that I was as beautiful as her.
"Sing me something," Katrina said, putting on her mascara.
Suddenly flustered, I couldn't form words, "Sing.. you? Huh, what.. Why?"
Katrina saw how flustered I was, and merely smiled, "A little birdy told me you like to write songs."
My cheeks suddenly got hot... But the only person who knew was... Colby? I look at her with confusion painted on my face... He talked about me?
She offers me a toothy smile, "So.. I don't know, I just want to hear something. My childhood dream was to become a singer, but then I found out that my true passion was helping people. Hence my psychology major."
"I... I don't know. I'm not that good... and--"
Before I could continue, she gave me a pointed look, "That's for me to decide, right? I'm your audience."
I chuckle, "Well... fine. I recently was inspired to write a song... but I don't know how I feel about it."
"You got this."
Her support made me smile, and so I did the unthinkable.
I sang.
"You're in over your head, got someone else in your bed. You're not afraid of judgement, just in a rush for lovin'. You never got the chance to find someone full of romance... hey. Your tattoos are your distance, your eyes are filled with mischief..." Trailing off, I look up to Katrina, and her eyes shone with pride.
"I didn't know you could sing sing," She says, breathless, and I blush harder, "Is that song... about Colby?" Her eyes soften at the mention, and an emotion passed through her eyes.
I let out a breathy chuckle and say, "Yeah. Well, I mean Colby inspired it. There's something about him... that is so... interesting? I don't know. The song isn't a song of love or passion, more like an understanding."
Katrina nods her head, but before she could say something she was cut off.
"When there's Colby Brock, there's trouble."
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a/n HEHE! here's an update! comment what u think, and tell me who you think spoke at the end! also how are y'alls coronacations?