Seandra Lea Jones Is A Tomboy

3. That She Can

We were having a party, well actually it was gonna be more of a kickback. Super chill with a few friends each, I invited Susie and another girl from work. She's kinda cool... actually, we've had like three conversations but she agreed to come after I mentioned Danny and Shep. Both who's coworkers and friends would make up a majority of the guests.

I was looking forward to it though, we haven't had a kickback in a long time. I was also hoping maybe me and homegirl from work could hit it off - I've realized just this morning that I need more girl friends. Nothing major happened, I just found Danny using one of my tampons to clean dirt off his sneakers.

Yup. Yeah. Does that infuriate you as much as it did me?

Anyways, I'm over it, I'm just looking forward to getting drunk and having a good time at home. Nothing better than getting plastered and then being able to stumble upstairs to your bedroom. Love that for me.

"Yo," Shep barked as he swung open my door.

I looked up, having just buttoned my jeans, and glared at the intruder. "I'm changing." I snapped, very aware I was in my bra.

He whistled, his eyes tracking me as I went to grab the Lakers' jersey I was gonna wear to the party. "Why not just wear that?"

I flipped him the bird before tugging the jersey over my head.

He laughed, "You're really pulling out all the stops huh? A sports bra and a jersey? You're every man's wet dream." He let me know, absolutely full of bullshit.

His teasing was nothing new, but after the week I've been having, his jokes hit a little harder. I frowned, suddenly in my head about the outfit I was gonna wear to a fucking kickback. I turned to Shepherd, mouth open, as I was about to ask a really dumb question. Would you hit on me in this outfit?

I clamped my mouth shut, Shep raised a brow. "What?"

"Nothing. What do you want?"

"Your bestie Susie's here early. She's making guac in the kitchen." He informed me, leaning so causally against my doorframe.

"As opposed to the bathroom?" I grumbled, annoyed with his presence.

"Huh?"

"Okay got it. Can I finish getting ready?" I asked with attitude, turning my back to him because I was feeling irrationally angry and his presence was only irking me more.

Shep didn't say anything, just walked away, shutting my door behind him.

By the time I went downstairs, I talked myself off the ledge of attempting to throw on something sexy. I felt good in my jeans and jersey, I was comfortable and felt cute - others opinions be damned. Besides, I hate bras so they're lucky I was even wearing a sports one. I'd rather be comfortable than fuckable, so everyone could just shut the hell up and let me live my life.

"There she is! Hey beautiful." Susie exclaimed, elbow deep in a bowl of avocado, as I came down the steps. She had that fake ass smile on her face, which meant Danny was in the vicinity.

I snorted and waved, "Hey girl. You know the foods covered, right?"

She scrunched her nose, her hair swept up into a high pointy tail, her makeup done immaculately. "Babe, no one makes guac as good as me."

She had a point, so I left it alone. Instead I walked into the kitchen and around the island so I could go kiss her cheek. She was wearing a cute little halter type jumper, showing off all her tattoos. "You look good," I let her know, giving her a squeeze as I went towards the snacks.

"So do you!" She chirped and I actually believed her.

"Sean!" Danny randomly yelled, stepping out of nowhere, and heading towards the stairs. "Sean-"