"Come on. It'll be fun." She states handing me the black dress I really don't want to wear.
Reya, dyed black hair and piercing blue eyes. She's very gorgeous and has a very strong personality. I'm probably closest to her. She's a senior and has graduated early. Eighteen and loves parties. But is very book smart. Now she chooses to do nothing for this semester but have fun.
Blair is...quiet and very sweet. She has a huge heart. Her and reya were already friends before I met them. I always felt like I intruded. But they always say I'm fine. I've learned to stop thinking about my insecurities and just live. But parties always are going downhill with me. Blair is a senior. She's mostly with her boyfriend either way. Redhead. You can't really hate her.
I think I'm still alone a lot. But it's really good to be able to just go out and eat or shopping. It's not just them I've gotten close to. But I'd say there my only true friends. It's already December. Im seventeen, and things have been okay.
My makeup is already done. But it's the dress. My tits will be completely out. My body has changed. Wider by a lot in different places. I always say I'll hit the gym but it's not going to happen if we're being honest.
The dress is a bodycon. Like every dress in this girls closet. But she's thinner then me. And it's clear. It's stretchy yes but I'm mortified.
"By fun you mean I need to mingle." I state going into the bathroom.
"There are older guys, younger guys who know what they're doing down there—"
I roll my eyes pulling the straps on my shoulders. It goes down to my ankles and I look nice. Thankfully i brang a jacket because it's cold.
"You never know who you're going to meet you know that right?" She says as I step out.
"It's a local party. We're getting drunk and going home with someone with money. Then acting like nothing happened. That's what bad bitches do. Fiddle with the guys hearts. Because they want nothing more then pussy." She says putting back the rest of her clothes in her dresser.
"I don't think all men are like that."
He wasn't like that.
I think. Is it okay to be caught up on one guy? Yes. He fiddled with my heart for over a year. He made sure to make an appearance every couple of months so I'd stay attached. But he's gone for good. And Reya is right.
That night became a disaster. Only an hour in. I go to the restroom to wash my hands. I just need to honestly. They feel dirty. I look up assuming there's a mirror but it's just open. Literally like a window. It's pretty from here. But the green garden starts to become grey when I spot Reya. She's standing there kissing someone.
And I would look like an idiot if I didn't notice those hands on her neck. I feel my heart fall. But very slowly. And I gulp. And my eyes water. His hoodie is over his head but I know that's him. Especially when he pulls away and she says something. When he makes him smile I can see those indents on his cheeks.
He's smiling.
He barely ever smiled with me. Maybe they had been talking? She is eighteen. And looks very mature. And acts mature too. My eyes are like guns. And I hate feeling so much jealousy. I know he goes around it isn't something hidden.
Her arms are wrapped around his neck.
He's shaking his head laughing. She's making him laugh.
His phone goes off and he checks some message. He looks back at her and whispers something into her ear. I don't know what. And I don't want to know what. But she just nods with a smile. He looks up and in instinct I step away. I take multiple breathes. Five seconds . Five long seconds before going to look down at the window again. This place is two stories but very high. He was still looking.
