Good Girl Goes Bad

The Party

It was already six and Blaire hadn't done anything except shower. Her hair was still wet, she had yet to find an outfit, her makeup was where she had left it that morning, and she was laying on her bed playing Temple Run on her phone. As she jumped into a log in the game, the phone started buzzing and the screen changed to show that Callie was calling her. Blaire sighed. When Callie had asked for Blaire's number during lunch that day, Blaire had been very reluctant to give it to her, for this exact reason. Blaire knew how the conversation was going to go before she even tapped the answer icon on her screen.

"Hello?" Blaire mumbled.

"Blaire! Have you picked your outfit yet? I think since this will be your first Lorenzo Wilson party, I might want to give you some input. Do you have any ideas yet?" Callie questioned instantly.

"Nope."

"Well then I'm guessing you're doing your hair and makeup first then, am I right? What style are you going to do? Don't go with anything too fancy, Lorenzo's parties are kind of laid back. Awesome, but laid back."

"Haven't decided on that either. And to answer any other possible questions, no I haven't decided on any shoes, jewelry, or other accessories."

"Blaire! Have you even showered yet?" Callie's tone made it sound like not being ready an hour early was the worst thing Blaire could possibly have done.

"Yep!" Blaire answered, happy she could finally answer one question in a way that would make Callie happy.

"Jeez Blaire. I can already tell I'm going to have problems making you a popular kid. But don't worry, we will get you there," Callie laughs. Blaire responds with a snort.

"Anyways, I was just going to say don't come in like heels and a dress. Don't do like a prom hairstyle either. Dress in comfy clothes, but at the same time make sure you look sexy. Basically, go just a little above what you would wear to school. I'm going to come fifteen minutes early to make sure you look ready for a Lorenzo party, okay? See you soon!" And with that, Callie hangs up the phone and Blaire glances at her closet. With a sigh she gets up and begins looking through it.

Blaire flicks through her clothes, sighing as she realizes exactly how bland her wardrobe is. She had her super comfy clothes, her school clothes, and a few homecoming and wedding dresses. Nothing in between. After all, Blaire was never really invited to parties, and definitely never attended them. Why would she need in-between clothes?

Finally Blaire settles on a black Roxy shirt and a pair of light blue Sevens jeans. She sets out a pair of black flats and a pair of fluffy, black boots, deciding to let Callie advise her on which of the two would be more appropriate. Then she set off to her bathroom, blow drying her hair and trying to decide how to style it. Her eyes find their way to her old hair crimper and a smile slowly spreads across her face.

As soon as her hair is close to dry, she unplugs the hair dryer and plugs the crimper in, letting it warm up. She glanced at her clock. 6:10. She had 35 minutes until Callie was going to be there. She crimps her hair as quickly as possible and then starts on her makeup with ten minutes left. Her doorbell rang right after she finished applying her second layer of mascara.

"Blaire! You aren't even dressed," Callie scolds as she steps inside. She glances around Blaire's house, clearly impressed by the size.

"My mom's a lawyer," Blaire explains quickly. "And I still have fifteen minutes until seven. All I really have left to do is get dressed, unless you see something you don't approve," she continues, getting defensive quickly.

"Okay, you have a point there. Let me see your outfit," Callie instructs. Blaire leads her up the stairs and into her room, gesturing to the shirt and jeans she had set out on the bed. Callie examines it for a second, smiling as she does so.