Opposites

Chapter Two

I made my way up to my dorm room, finding the room fairly easily, still having to follow the room numbers. I reached my door, pulled out my key and unlocked the door. This time Kath was not alone, beside her sat another girl. This girl, was breathtakingly beautiful, her eyes, were like emerald green, her dark brown hair flowed down her back, her skin looked flawless and that it had been kissed by the sun. She looked like the complete opposite to Kath, who was covered in tattoos and piercings, this girl looked like she was some kind of royalty.

"Rose!" Kath exclaimed with a smile. "This is Harriett, her brother is throwing a party at his frat house, you should come."

"I don't really do parties," I stated looking a little uncomfortable at the idea of drink and hormonal teens. 

"Oh come on, it's your first night here, will be a good way to meet new people," Kath pleaded. 

"It's not as bad as you would think, plus you can stay the night. Sure the boys wouldn't mind," Harriet stated in her thick British accent.  

"I don't know," I replied. 

"You don't have to drink, my brother doesn't," Harriet reasoned. 

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I agreed to attend this party, only for a few hours and then I would head home. Harriett had already left and she seemed like someone I could get along with, which made me think why someone like her was friends with someone like Kath. Maybe Kath was more her brother's friend, and he was more like her with all the tattoos and piercings, I thought. 

I started getting ready, and as I stood in a towel looking into the wardrobe of all my clothes, Kath stood behind me. I could feel her eyes burning the back of my head, I turned to look at her and saw the disapproving look. 

"You can't be wearing any of this," Kath laughed. 

"And why not?" I asked defensively. 

"It looks like something my gran would wear," Kath responded trying to hold back a laugh. I couldn't help but feel a little offended. "You can borrow something of mine." Kath went to her side and opened her wardrobe revealing all of her clothes. Everything looked a little revealing. Nothing I would intentionally wear or buy for myself. I took a second after scanning her selection before plucking out a short tight red dress. I showed it up to Kath and her smile widened in approval. 

"Now for make-up!" Kath exclaimed. 

"What?" I never really wear make-up, I don't even own any. Kath quickly grabbed her make-up bag from her dresser and gestured for me to sit down on the stall. "Not to bald please," I state. 

"Of course not, it will complement you," Kath reassured as she got to work. Ten minutes later and she was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't quite believe it was me starring back at myself. My cheeks blushed, my eyes with a thin line of eyeliner, and a light touch of mascara. I felt like I didn't look like myself anymore. But I liked the look, it suited me. 

Kath got herself ready as I slipped into the red dress, asking Kath to zip me up after. I brushed my hair, and I was ready. Kath looked her gothic self, but in a more glamorous way. In a odd, emo way, Kath did look stunning. Her body was amazing, and she had all the curves I could only dream of having. 

"You ready? Hero is picking us up," Kath stated. 

"Hero?" I asked. 

"Yeah, one of the frat boys. A really good friend," Kath responded.