The girl who loved

Two

-one week later-

This week went by in a blur. It was a bundle of classes and squeezing past people in the hallways and piles of homework. I think I'm getting the hang of it though. This week, a frat house is having a party and some random guys asked if I wanted to go. I really didn't, I usually like hanging out with myself on my phone or reading or doing anything other than be with many other people. I had only a few friends I would go out with. "Yeah sure". I really accepted it. Especially with that stupid grin on my face. Wipe it off Cameron you dumbass. Whatever they say college is the time to experiment anyways so I'll figure it out.

It's the night of the party and of course my friends came over. Allison Ray, a girl with straight Auburn hair and hazel eyes, so striking they looked as if they were on fire. She had faint freckles and a complexion that was as clear as the sky on a summer day. Peyton Miller, a girl with bouncy blond curls and grayish bluish eyes. Almost like a drowned cyan. She had a natural blush with the most defined cheekbones I had ever seen. Of course they had to come over to help prepare me for my first party. What a cliche, am I right?

"Ok, since your closet isn't party material, I brought over a few options." Peyton giggles as Allison goes over to the stack of clothes hung over my closet door.

"Hm, this one" Allison holds up a sparkly black dress that has the lowest cut v-neck I have ever seen and must go up to my upper thighs.

"Yeah, sure" I say, not really paying attention, just scrolling through Instagram.

Before I know it, they're pushing me into the bathroom and shoving the dress in my arms, leaving me alone with the dress that indicates I might as well not be wearing anything at all.

I put the dress on and eagerly tug it down, an attempt to keep it from riding up my legs all the way, leaving my ass uncovered.

"Ugh, why do I ask for their help?" I groan as I reach behind me and tug at the dress some more.

I come out and they gasped.

"Yup that's it." Peyton says.

"What, this piece of cloth that barely covers my boobs or my ass? This is what you call the one?"

"Yes! Listen to you, you're so uptight like a middle aged woman. It's been awhile and you're drying up like the Sahara desert. Guys will practically be throwing themselves at you tonight. You need sex girl, you don't look good without it." Allison lectures while she grabs hold of my shoulders

Brutual, but honest.

"Fine whatever I'm going now."

And I run out the door before they can do anything else.