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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 〖 i'd tell you to have a good time but I want you to have the absolute worst 〗
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THE PARTY WAS everything that Isabelle expected and more, which was considerably the worse outcome ever. Upon entering you had to walk through a mass of bodies screaming and wailing whilst someone was hung from their legs and chugged beer like a dehydrated sprinter desperate for water.
Julie had turned up in a boilers suit that was cut off on the arms and legs to make it sleeveless, the top buttons were open to showcase a large amount of cleavage. Her Michael Myers mask rested on the top of her voluminous blond main and her boots were thigh high. Which arguably made Belle look like a punk rocker whilst she stood next to her beautiful best friend.
In all honestly Julie was everything that Belle has always wanted to be, her complexion was smooth and her lips were always painted cherry with the perfect plump. Guys actually loved the blond, which is exactly the polar opposite of Belle- they ran away from her.
More so because she wanted them to, she never had a male figure in her life and certainly didn't need one now, Dustin was the only segment of that species that she needed and Isabelle would die with that solemn fact.
Making their way through the bodies and towards where the drinks were being held, Belle searched around for any familiar faces. It was either Jocks or the popular kids whom were destined to be here, or a few other regular people mingling around with the other drunken bodies. That was the upside of being drunk, when intoxicated people let their social statuses fall below their belt and actually considering making friends with the outcasts, then they shameless ignore them in the halls like nothing ever happened.
The kitchen was packed with people pouring drinks and talking amongst themselves, Belle even knocked into a couple making out on one of the countertops and silently shuddered at the up close mouth action she had witnessed. People had no shame these days, she had been in a position like that before but at least she had the dignity to do such a thing in the bathroom.
"You want some of this Belle?" Julie shouted over the music so her voice was audible to the female, pointing down at a large red bowl filled with a potent red substance.
She just shrugged, willing to drink anything to take the edge off and get as intoxicated as possible in the shortest amount of time. Her palms were planted down next to the bowl to support her weight as she looked around the area once again, analysing who was sober and who was evidently not.
One person caught her attention more than the rest from their body language and plain expression, Nancy Wheeler.
She wondered wether Nancy knew how much Steve gets offered out on dates with random girls by his friends, or rather if she even cared. Because analysing the two from a distance it was easy to see there was something distressing about the other female, like she had something rattling around in her mind that won't leave her alone.
