From The Start

18

Candice

I warned Rey about how uncomfortable I felt wearing this outfit. I mean don't get me wrong, I was totally comfortable with my body, but it was a little over the top.

Once we arrived, Rey exited first, but I hesitated a while longer. My hopes on escaping were crushed when there was a knock at the window. I opened the door reluctantly to find Rey with her face scrunched in disappointment.

"Hey hun, live a little. You look gorgeous. He'll beg for you to kiss him." She said assuring me but I froze again.
I put my feet out, followed by the rest of my body. I stood and observed the crowd of people entering the large doors.

A few guys began to stare. I felt naked and fought to run back in the car, but Rey snatched my arm, holding me closely to her side. She growled through her teeth. "You're not going anywhere." I sighed. There was no way in hell she was going to let me run, even if I was faster than her.

We approached the door, immediately drowned in the crowd of people pressed together. As we fluttered in, I glanced up to view the magnificent interior of the house. The front was stone. It was so fancy and extravagant. The two garage doors were all the way at the other end of the house and it was painted a steel gray color. Three cars were parked in front of it, two in front of each garage door and one behind the first car, a Ford GT... Nathan's car. I smiled. "C'mon Candy." Rey called behind. I was so in awe at how sparkly and clean and gorgeous each corner was. Two massive stair cases stood before me. Spiraling up to the little balcony, where groups of people stood drinking in plastic cups, conversing.

"Hey I'm going to look around and see if I can get us drinks, ok?" Rey suggested as we stood in the huge foyer, a devious smile on her face. I knew she was up to no good. "Settle in, get loose." She yelled over her shoulder, shaking with her words shortly before disappearing into the crowd.

So much for partners in crime, it dissipated to a one man show. I searched through people and spotted one of the stairs were free. I slipped through endless folds of people, back to back of whom either were making out or dancing.

I felt something graze my butt. I sprung up quickly and turned accidently hitting a cup out of a guys hand and subsequently falling onto another guy shoes.

I felt a tinge embarrassment as my face grew hot. I nervously hid my face and sped through even more people, almost tripping on my way. I made it to the stairs and walked up a few and stood there in the corner. I tried to make my self small and invisible but with what I had on, how could I be unnoticeable?

Several minutes went by and I couldn't take it. There wasn't a second that I didn't get hit on. It was like I was pulling them with out trying and at that moment I swore to throw myself down the stairs. Just then, Jamison was making his way up... At first I thought he didn't see me, until a smile curled on his face.

"Well, Well. Look at your fine ass. You decided to get out the house I see." He stopped one stair down from me. My face quickly contorting into a beast. He eyed me up and down and rubbed his fingers under his unshaven chin, pondering about God knows what.

"You rocking that outfit though, babe. I give you that one." He winked and I almost threw up in my mouth.

He placed a foot one step below mine. I thought to myself, how would I escape? Go through the mad crowd again? Or run up to the other side and risk drawing more attention to myself. Ugh this was so difficult. I sighed and stepped up slowly one stair at time. With ease, I slide my body to the opposite side, passing around Jamison, dodging his hands, only to be consumed by the crowd.

"Imma' get you later." I heard him yell behind me over the music.

Sure you would, I thought.