Me and the girl see each other in class and choose to sit next to each other, her name is Annika; which she hates. Her favourite band is ‘The Rolling Stones’ and she does Roller-Derby at the weekends. She is bi-sexual and has 13 individual piercings. She is going to a party this weekend – and inviting me.
I’ve never been to a proper house party before – the wildest party I’ve ever been to was Darcy Fairchild’s 15th, which was 5 teenagers sharing a bottle of £4 wine and playing spin the bottle.
The way Annika described this party however made it sound like a lot of fun. It was one of her friends; she’s very good at making friends. The host’s name is Kat Harris, I haven’t met her yet, she’s in Italy with her family, I guess her coming back is the reason for the party.
I’ve been told to bring alcohol or drugs; or both. I decide just to bring some wine or something, drugs aren’t exactly my forte.
Me and Annika spend the rest of the day talking about the party then the rest of the next day.
On Wednesday we talk about our lessons so far and then the rest of the week talking about the party again.
On Thursday one of Annika’s friends, a small girl with bright pink hair called ‘Clover’ hangs out with us. She is very cute looking; with a baby face and huge blue eyes. She hates being called cute though – so I made sure not to call her it.
Friday night was very exciting; I was staying in Annika’s dorm with her, Clover and a freckly girl called Debbie. It was very nice; we talked about boys and sex. They all seemed so surprised when I told them I’d only had sex with one boy.
His name was Oscar; we’d been together a year but then broke up 3 months after the deed, for reasons I’d rather not go into.
Debbie has had lots of sex; I don’t even understand how she manages to find the time to pick up so many boys. Clover says boys flock to her because she has really great tits – they have a point. We continued talking about their many experiences all night. I didn’t say much; I just laughed along and nodded. I was the first to fall asleep; though that was still at 6am which is the latest I’d ever stayed up! Before that it had been at Sarah Crossington’s party but after 2 her mum came in and told us all to shut up – so we did. Mrs Crossington was a scary lady, I felt sorry for Sarah.
I woke up at 12, the others following close behind. I was the first to have a shower, the water was lukewarm and was more drizzle then a deluge. I did my hair and makeup first –though my hair is mainly unmanageable and I’ve never been very good at makeup. I wore a white flowy dress with a blue ribbon as a belt – it was one of my nicest outfits. Though when the others saw me they didn’t look as happy with my appearance then I thought they would. But then I saw their outfits and realised why.
Annika was in tight leather leggings and a small red top that was basically a bra – on top she donned a leather jacket with studded shoulder pads. She wore large, velvet, heeled ankle boots which also had studs on them. Her eyeliner was thick and her hair was straightened loads.
Clover was in a small leather skirt with a studded belt, her prized zombie pin-up girl top was tucked in but hung loosely over the top of the skirt. She wore studded heels like Annika but they weren’t boots.
Debbie was in a racy leopard print dress that barely covered her bum and her boobs looked like they were about to topple out of the top; she wore bright red heels and a matching belt.
I suddenly felt very stupid.
‘How are you planning to get laid in that?’ Debbie mocked, taking the fabric of my dress in her hand.
‘that wasn’t really my plan..’
Annika placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.
‘I’m sure we can sort you something out – yeah?’ She smiled at me and walked over to her wardrobe.
After about an hour of throwing clothes around later they’d finally put me in an outfit. It was a short denim dress that hung loosely around me, it had studs around the pockets. They’d put me in some black heels with zips down the sides. And I had to say, I did look quite nice…

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Coffee Scented Kisses
RomanceA short story about a small town girl moving to the big City. The sweet, perfect Arwen has lived in the close knit town of Lillington all her life. But when she moves to the capital city to study she encounters drugs, sex and crime - things her she...