Smoke And Mirrors

•Nine•

Once we get to my building I slam my car door and make my way inside.
"You okay?" He asks and follows me into the dorm.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just- I want to do something stupid to get my mind off of it. And no I'm not fucking you."

"I wasn't going to suggest that, but okay." He closes the door behind him.

"Oh no guys did you get in a fight?" Jane perks up.

I roll my eyes, "We didn't, but he met my parents."

"Oh...boring."

"Jane, didn't you say there was a party tonight?" I cross my arms.

"Uh- yeah at that frat house."

"Cool, me and Jake are going, you going?"

Jake looks at me—confused.
"I was already planning on it." She smirks "You sure you can handle a party? I mean—I'm sure Jake can handle anything."

"I can do it, when is it?"

"Starts at 8:00," Jane turns around, Dismissing us as she focused on the tv.

I pull Jake to my room and then say, "What should I wear to the party?" As I rummage through my closet.

"What you're wearing?" Jake sits on my bed, putting his hands on his knees.

"No, no, no, it has to be sexy."

He chuckles, "Do you even own anything sexy?"

I turn around, offended, "What is that supposed to mean Jacob?"

His face got red and his eyes grew twice the size, "Well—I didn't—see what I meant was: you dress pretty modestly so I would assume you don't have anything sexy."

I narrow my eyes, "You are incorrect Jacob Kiszka." I turn my back to him as I reach to the right of my closet. I pull out a black mini-dress this glitter that had spaghetti straps.

"Put that on—right now."

"We have hours Jake, I'm not putting it on until I have to. Short dresses aren't necessarily comfortable." I lay it out on the bed.

He looks at the neckline—the v shape the plunged down to my breasts. "You sure you don't want to put that on?"

"I'm sure." I grab his face, moving it to face me—averting his eyes from the dress.

I finish putting my makeup on and I blink a few times, letting my eyes moisten from not blinking.

"God you look pretty..." Jake said from my bed, he watches me put in earrings.

I tilt to the side and move the hair away from one ear as I put it in, "Why thank you," I look at his reflection behind me with a smile.

"Can I make the same pickup line as I did on our first date?"

I move to the other side and put the other earring in, "Only if you want to."

"You see—I'd rather imagine it."

"You don't want to do that right before a party. It will delay our arrival, mostly because you'll have to make yourself relax." I turn to him and glance down at his lap.

"Myself? That's no fun."

"Then don't think about it. Simple," I kiss him tenderly, "Let's go."