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"I can't wear that."
We've been in the dorm room for the past thirty minutes with Michie throwing very provocative outfits at me, and me scrunching my nose in distaste. "How does your mum even let you bring these clothes?"
She shrugged nonchalantly, though a devious smirk rested on her lips. "Perks of being the principals daughter I guess."
"Shouldn't you be leading by example?" She laughed and I couldn't help but join in her laughter. "But seriously, why can't I just wear one of my outfits?"
She gave me that are-you-kidding-me look. "No offense, but you dress like a person still trying to identify their gender," she replied, addressing my boyish hoodie.
"No I do not!" I protested. "I dress like a Chic girl with a casual fashion sense."
Michie looked at me for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. "Sure you do."
I just grunted and stuck my tongue at her. She grabbed another off shoulder crop top from her wadrobe, this one blue with yellow flowers lining the bottom. Pulling it to her chest she eyed me mischievously. "This?"
I scoffed, going to my wardrobe and retrieving a neon green long sleeved t-shirt with punctured holes carefully fabricated all over.
"This?" I mimicked in her high voice.
She frowned, throwing her shirt unto the pile already forming on her bed and folding her arms disapprovingly.
"Fine," she said, sighing out her frustration, "I'll let you wear that...thing." She eyed the shirt distastefully. "If you wear this." She proceeded to retrieve a short denim skirt from her clothes pile.
"I'll only wear that if I can wear tights underneath." I copied her posture, equally matching her determined tone.
"Okay." Her gaze was fixated on me. "But you have to wear my two inch boots."
"Deal." I brought my hand to shake hers, a beaming smile on my face from being successful.
"Deal," she said, faking her smile as she shook my hand with the same fierceness.
I quickly changed and popped a peppermint into my mouth, while Michie sat patiently on her bed, texting away on her phone.
She wore a short skin tight red dress that hugged her curves perfectly, the color matching with the lipstick that stained her lips. Her blonde hair was braided to the side, a good amount of skin leaving so little to the imagination.
"So what have you been up to lately?" she asked me, not looking up from her screen.
"The usual," I responded. "School, soccer, sleep, repeat."
"No boy trouble?"
That immediately brought me back to Raymond, the almost kiss replaying in my mind.
"You know my love life is non-existent." I tried to laugh it off but my voice sounded shaky and uncertain.
She finally looked up from her phone and sent me a reassuring smile. "Well that's what this party is for."
I smiled along with her but my heart wasn't in it. I didn't want to find any boy at this party, I just wanted to distract myself before my thoughts consumed me.
She kept her phone in her matching red purse and quickly fixed her hair. "Ready to have the best night of your freaking life?"
Her enthusiasm was so contagious that my spirits lifted a little. "Hell yeah!"
We escaped through the window and quickly surveyed the campus, looking for a way out.
"How exactly did you get here Michie?" I asked.
"I told the officer I came to retrieve important files for my mum." I nodded, impressed at her ability to lie so easily.
I wonder what else she's lying about, the thought flashed through my mind and I tried my best to push it off.
Michie would never lie to me. But I had a hard time believing that statement.
"Smart," I finally said, after I realized that I hadn't replied to her yet.
We had two options. Either to jump off the back of the schoolyard, which was the only place with a small cut between the barbed wires that was big enough to squeeze a single person through, or I hide in the trunk of Michie's car and she drives us to the party.
Both plans had their flaws. We'd have to journey through the forest at the back of the school if we went with the first idea, and I'd have no way of getting back if we went with the second one.
"How about we use my car to get to the party then you can journey back through the woods," Michie suggested.
The thought of coming back alone irked me but that was the only solid plan we had, so I went with it.
The journey to Michie's car was successful and I hid in the trunk as she drove past. The place was suffocating and my entire body crammed from being in such an uncomfortable position. The smell however, helped ease some of the tension I was feeling as the lavender scent travelled to my nose.
Fortunately, the car ride wasn't long and in less than seven minutes we arrived at our destination. I banged furiously for an escape.
"Hey! Don't hurt Sophie," Michie called out as she opened the car trunk. Gasping for some much needed oxygen, I stretched my limbs while raising my eyebrows curiously at her.
"You named your car Sophie?"
"Yes and I'd be happy if you don't mistreat her." She rubbed the pink exterior of her Ferrari before composing herself and stretching a hand to help me up.
Once I was properly out of the car she linked her hand through mine and directed us towards the house I had failed to notice earlier.
That's when my other senses tuned in and I could hear the blaring noise of rock music playing loudly. It was a cabin secluded in the forest and from the purple cups and drunk teenagers splayed all over the entrance, I could guess the party was already in full blow.
"Let's get white girl wasted!" Michie screamed beside me, already pulling me into the house.
"I don't drink-" anymore, I commented, stopping her in her pursuit. She looked at me like I had just grown two heads and one of them was kissing the other.
"You don't drink?"
Shrugging, I gave her a cheery smile. "But we can still have fun!" I tried to use her level of enthusiasm but mine didn't give the same effect.
She just shook her head slightly. "Well let's get me white girl wasted then," she concluded, dragging me to a scenery that was sure to keep my thoughts at bay.
The first thing that hit me was the putrid smell of people's body odor, mixed together with sweat and alcohol. I could basically see the sexual frustration dripping from everyone as they groped their dancing partner and twined their bodies together.
It was truly a sight to behold.
Michie dragged me to the kitchen and I could easily tell she was familiar with this place.
"Seems like someone knows their way around," I stated as she finally freed my hand and gripped the fridge door.
"I've been here a couple times," she admitted. "All the good stuff is in the fridge."
There was an island in the middle of the table stacked with different varieties of alcohol and purple disposable cups to drink them in. My eyes scanned the different snacks and the red punch in a glass bowl.
Those seem innocent, without second thoughts I took a brownie and used a cup to serve myself some punch.
The brownie tasted quite sweet and before I could stop myself, I took another one. "What's in this? It tastes so good," I moaned, taking a third brownie.
Michie glanced at me and her eyes widened at what I was eating. She quickly slapped it from my hand, her eyebrows almost leaving her forehead. "Don't take that they have weed in them!"
I know I should've been shocked but I was oddly relaxed and waved disapprovingly at her. This is exactly the kind of distraction I need right now.
"There's no need to fuzz I only had a few," I told her, raising up three fingers with my left hand while drinking the punch with my right.
"Where'd you get that from?" she asked worriedly. I pointed at the table and she took it from me.
"Hasn't anyone taught you never to take open drinks?" she chided, tossing me a bottle of water from the fridge.
The bottled liquid slid through my fingers and landed on the floor. That's weird, I'm usually great at catching things.
Reaching down to grab the drink, I was stopped halfway by someone's voice. "Michie! You made it!" I looked up to see a short man with dark brown hair and a bushy moustache.
"I'd never miss one of your parties Martin." She winked playfully at him and he just let out a bellowing laughter.
I coughed and both of them looked in my direction. "Dora!" The curt man named Martin shouted, eyes shining with recognition. "It's been long since I've seen you."
I stood stiff as he enveloped me in a brisk hug. "I don't mean to sound rude, but how do you know me?"
He laughed. "Of course I'd remember Raymond's g-"
He was cut off by Michie elbowing him. "Ow what was that for?" From the slur in his tone I could easily tell he was drunk.
"I'll be right back," Michie grunted through her teeth as she dragged Martin out of the kitchen. "Stay here," she commanded, sending me a serious look.
I gave her an army's salute and stood there for some time, not daring to move an inch. But boredom eventually won over and I wondered around the house.
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Seems like Martin was about to spill the beans, thank goodness Michie stopped him in time!
I wonder who else we'll meet at this party...
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