The Summer Of Grey

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

I spend more than the usual amount of time getting ready for tonight, looking good for Christian is hard enough but 50 plus other kids from school, C'mon. I make sure to shave my legs and underarms as if I were going to be competing in an Olympic 800 meter race. I worked really hard on my hair, it took me like an hour to make nice full bodied waves with my curling wand and I'm really happy with how it came out, I throw on my black snug fitting bikini and put on my shortest black mini skirt then a cute white flowing top that hangs off my shoulder and shows my bikini straps.

I borrow a pair of silver wedges from my mom and my legs seriously look fierce. I feel really tall, Christian is around 6 feet so I'll just be closer to reach up and kiss him. I double check my makeup. I look hot. I feel sexy but also nervous. I'm not used to looking like this so I'm nervous about my mom's reaction. I think I'll keep the shoes off until I'm out the door. I know Christian will like it but I don't want him to think I'm trying too hard. I hope I see a few friends or at least some nice people at the party so I'm not desperately clinging to him the entire night or sitting alone. I'm a runner, if I'm feeling awkward or alone I'll make a run for it when nobody is looking. I've done that before in a group setting.

I run back into my bathroom and do another thorough rinse with some minty mouthwash; I call Christian and ask him where we should meet. I really don't want to go in by myself and look for him. That will be just too awkward for me. I call his cell and he said he just got there about 20 minutes ago, I can hear the music blaring in the background.

He asks if I want him to leave and pick me up but like an idiot I say no and I'll meet him there. I don't think I can walk the few blocks in these shoes without breaking my face so I stuff them in my tote with my towel, cell, hairbrush and small cosmetics bag. I throw on my flip flops and head to the clubhouse, when I'm about 30 feet from the entrance I quickly throw my wedges on and stuff my flip flops away quickly.

I called Christian to say I'm outside but no answer. I send him a text him and I get no reply. I wait a few minutes because I just feel awkward going in alone. Okay I can't stand outside all night like a loser. I take a deep breath and put on my brave face and walk in the gate. The outdoor side of the clubhouse is crowded and the music is loud. It's getting dark now and the lights are dimly lit except for the inside of the pool.

Near the DJ booth some lights are flashing different colors, mainly where people are dancing. I look around for Christian . This isn't going to be easy. I hesitantly walk through the crowd and I can feel people staring at me. I recognize people I know but nobody I've ever hung out with before unless it was in 3rd grade. I can even hear some girls ask if that's "Ana Steele" I give a nervous smile as if to say "yes, it's me" dumb bitches.

Okay finally I see him; he's with a big group of kids. Yes the kids who pretty much ignore me at all costs during the school year.

Ugh, this is going to be fucking weird as hell. He's talking, laughing and casually moving to the music. Do I walk over to him? Should I wait for him to notice me? Fuck, a few days ago his hands were feeling up my tits and ass while he half fucked me in his bedroom and now I'm nervous to go say hi. I stand about 10 feet away waiting for him to notice me. Maybe I should jump up and down!

Another boy from the group spots me but doesn't recognize me without my nerd attire and gives me a look and says hi. I flush and say hi back. Then I look towards Christian and he looks up and spots me. He lights up and gives me a surprised look like he's never seen me before. He walks towards me and says "Anastasia?"

"HI baby" I smile sweetly at him.

He looks a bit shocked; I mean he has seen me practically naked in his bed .I suddenly feel like one of those people who went on TV and got a makeover. Was I that bad before? He continues to stare and finally I snap "What?" at him.