Unexpected you

Chapter 8

Saturday is finally here, and Elaina is going crazy wondering if I would actually wear the outfit she purchased for me last week. I laugh at the thought of her frustration, and how much fun its been torturing her over those dam tangerine colored shorts. Obviously I had kept them, but I hadn't confessed trying on the shorts yesterday morning, and loving them. She's been going nuts wondering if I tried on the outfit, and she continues to ask me questions every chance she gets. Was the outfit the right size? Are you going to wear them to the party? Can you try them on for me? Do you like them? Every morning was a different question and the lack of answers was driving her insane.

Honestly, I didn't try them on right away, and there were stages to go through before I finally did. First, I hung them up on the wall and allowed myself to fall in love with the slutty yet fashionable piece of material. Then, I mentally hyped myself up for two days with encouraging words like. You are going to look so good in this! And....of course you can pull off these shorts! On the fourth day, I sat on the floor in my panties and stared at my chicken legs while drinking mojitos. I've never worn anything that small, and the thought of walking around wearing shorts that exposed so much of my legs, terrified me. But Ive gone through all of my stages, and I think that I'm okay now. I think I'm finally ready to go out in my new orange shorts.

As I finish setting my waves with a light mist of hairspray, I hear knocking on my door. Cheyenne... get a move on! Jason is pulling up in front, and we should be leaving soon if we want to get a close parking spot. I'll be right out E—I just need a few more minutes. I yelled as I place the bottle of hairspray back on my dresser, and reached into my closet to retrieve my new outfit. The top I've chosen to wear tonight isn't the one that Elaina bought me. That shirt was a bit too itchy and super uncomfortable, so I just couldn't bring myself to wear it. Instead, I went shopping yesterday for another top and was lucky enough to find a perfect alternative. A striped designed tube top with the perfect colors. Navy blue, beige, white and just a hint of orange. It was exactly what I'd hoped to find and it fit so well. Also, it paired nicely with the shorts.

Since I was feeling brave, I applied some deep red lipstick, and with one last glance in the mirror, I began my courageous walk out the door. OH MY GOD! Elaina yells as she jumps up off of the sofa and darts my way. I almost panicked at the sight. I don't know how she ran so quickly in those high heels, and for a moment, I feared she would fall. YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE! You had me thinking you weren't going to wear these shorts all week long! You like? I asked as I modeled the outfit. I LOVE! She replies. You look amazing Cheyenne! She adds as she wraps her arms around my waist and hugs me tight. Watch out men! Because Elaina and Chy are getting ready to step out and break some hearts! You're such a dork Elaina. I said as I grabbed my purse off of the table and place it over my shoulder. We both break out into laughter as we walk out the door.

Traffic isn't so bad tonight, and it only took us fifteen minutes to get to the address that Steve gave us just last week. We aimed for arriving early to beat the crowd, but as we made our way up the front porch, we noticed that the house was packed with people. I'm a bit relieved about that. Less people would have made our entrance more obvious, and I'm not quite ready for all eyes on me and my little shorts just yet. Despite being confident when I left my apartment. But I'll be a bit more relaxed and comfortable once I've had a few drinks in me.

Steve, Lisa and her best friend are the first to notice our arrival, and they immediately start to make their way towards us. Is that who I think it is? Lisa asks as she approaches me. DAMN—YOU LOOK GREAT! She shouts over the loud music. I appreciate the compliment, really, I do, but now I have several eyes on me and that's exactly what I was dreading. Yes—she does! Elaina stepped in to say. Looking quite serious as she stares Lisa down. It's an awkward moment, but the lot of us pretend we don't notice the fiery glare that Elaina has on Lisa. It's known that Elaina doesn't like her, but there's a reason behind that.

About a year and a half ago, Elaina and Jason witnessed Lisa and Shawn coming out of a restaurant looking quite cozy. Of course, Elaina rushed to tell me, but I didn't care. I was already at the beginning stages of trying to find ways to break away from Shawn, and so the news didn't bother me one bit. Anyway, Elaina wasted no time in approaching Lisa, and the very next day, Lisa apologized to me. She claimed that she was under the impression that Shawn and I were over, but we all knew that was a lie. She was very well aware that Shawn and I were living together, and that I was days away from giving birth to his child. I did accept her apology and we've moved on just fine.

I'm dancing, having a wonderful time and on my second drink when I noticed Lucas walking through the door. Oh my! I had been so stressed over the shorts situation, that I hadn't considered the possibility of Lucas being at this party as well. The moment he entered the living room, I began to panic. I don't want a repeat of what happened at the last party, but I can't promise that I won't look his way. He's so damn gorgeous and those eyes are...... well, they are mesmerizing. I could easily say that Lucas hasn't crossed my mind, but that would be a big lie. I've thought about this boy almost every day, while his blue eyes and mouth invaded my dreams almost every night.

FUCK! Why am I so sweaty all of a sudden? Could it be the reaction from all the vodka I've been drinking, or does it stem from my current nervous state? Shit! I have to address this fast because I don't want to look gross should Lucas glance my way. Will he ever notice me? I mean he's been here for over an hour, but I don't believe that he's looked my way at all. Still, I really should find a bathroom to fix my makeup. Especially since my mascara is starting to feel a bit tacky and my armpits could use a bit of deodorant. Where's the bathroom in this house? I asked a random person, but they just hand me an empty can of beer and continued to stagger down the hall. Ok.... It looks like I'm on my own here. I did hear someone mention that the second floor was off limits, but I have no choice because I'm desperate. So I'm gonna have to check the upstairs for a bathroom.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I open the first door to my right. Immediately, I realized that it was the master bedroom and my curiosity draws me in. It's huge! Complete with a sitting area and fireplace. Wow— this is amazing! It smells of vanilla, has draping burgundy colored curtains and a wall of bookshelves filled with books and plants. Its gorgeous! I know I shouldn't be here, but I continued to close the door behind me, and began to look around. I should be okay as long as I'm quick and I don't break anything— right? I mumble to myself. I open the cabinet in the bathroom and I'm relieved to see plenty of towels, facial cleanser, lotion and body spray. SCORE!

When I finally make my way back down to the living room area, I notice that all of my friends are nowhere in sight. Should I walk around and search for them through this enormous crowd, or should I remain in one place until someone spots me? The latter sounds best. I chose to stand next to the DJ, and as I flip the pages of the heavy binder of songs, I come across Tell me by Groove Theory. It immediately reminds me of the moment when I saw Lucas come into my apartment. That song had been playing on the radio and it's been my jam ever since. Good heavens! Why am I obsessing over a boy that I don't even know? Furthermore, why am I even thinking about a boy at this time in my life?