The Unlucky One

Chapter 10

"Elodie, you cannot do this to me!" Kristen exclaimed as she bounded into my room. My bedroom door swung open, smacking against the wall with a loud bang. What an entrance.

"And most importantly,you cannot do this to yourself." She added, crossing her arms and letting her fingers tap against her opposite upper arm. I sat cross-legged on my bed, a bowl of popcorn to my left and my laptop in front of me. I was currently watching Netflix until Kristen texted me, asking what my address was. I could have ignored her message, and continued on with my slow, mundane Friday night. But what kind of friend would I be if I ignored her like that?

"It's not a big deal Kris, it's statistically proven that there will be more parties to attend throughout the rest of our year. You know that, you saw McCoy calculate how many parties are thrown each month." I stated valiantly. She knew I was right.

"That's not the point hun, you're far from it. It's the end of our first week, this party is the first of many. And also, not only are we christening in our last year, but we're also welcoming you." She responded. I fought back the urge to roll my eyes at how cheesy that sounded, instead I shoveled popcorn into my mouth before I responded.

"Welcome me by getting me blackout drunk? I think I'll pass." I retorted. Kristen became impatient, turning to the side and grabbing the closest thing to her, which was a pair of my socks. She threw her hand back, launching my socks forward. I hastily dodged them, shooting her a dirty look.

"Fine. I guess I'll go home and... waste away in my room. While seeing what all of our classmates post on the Internet. Wishing I could have a good time like they are. I can't go... because you aren't..." She trailed off. I groaned, throwing my head back onto my pillows and rubbing my forehead.

Seeing that I had this effect on Kristen-The-Party-Girl made me feel bad. It seemed like she honestly cared about me, and wanted to see me have a good time. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun, and also be home at a reasonable time to be able to go to the candle lit visual tomorrow night downtown.

Kristen wore a sad expression as she fiddled with her keys, still standing by the door. I sighed, sitting up and looking her straight in the eye. "Fine, we can go together." I finally said, earning a happy dance from her. She won me over pretty easily, I'll admit. Next time I would not give in. She ran to me and pulled me into a tight embrace, before letting me go and sighing happily.

"Well, if we are going like you say we are, we need to get ready while we can." She replied excitedly. She grabbed my wrist and towed me into my bathroom, where we both go my ready.

After a significant amount of time, Kristen had transformed me into a completely different person. I usually wore a minimal amount of make up, but this evening she had decided to add her own touch. What she applied was not too little or too much, it was just right. She made me actually feel confident for once.

Instead of pencil straight hair, she used my curling iron that was rusting away in the very back of my bathroom cabinet, and added loose curls that bounced whenever I swiveled my head.

Kristen insisted we wore dresses, but I stopped her there. I honestly didn't feel like this was an event that required to dress up nicely. A house full of pot heads and drunkies was not a formal occasion. Instead, she wore a skirt and a sweater while I settled for my favorite pair of jeans and a sweater that hung off of my shoulder.

When I looked in the mirror I liked what I saw, to my surprise. The bags under my eyes had magically vanished, thanks to the power of makeup. My cheeks were rosy as always, and even a tad more thanks to blush. I admired how I looked, but instantly shamed myself for what I was doing. I had caved in, letting myself get talked into going to a high school party.