Dear Rabbit

Chapter 4

"This?"

"Sure..." I raised my head from where I was laying belly down on Dori's bed. Clothes scattered the floor, hung off the furniture, and even the light fittings. A wide wardrobe lay open hangers empty and twisted. In her hands she held some sort of weird tie dyed shirt ...where did she even get that thing? Woodstock?

"That's a no then. How about this one?" She tossed the tie dyed abomination away. It landed unceremoniously on top of my head causing my curls to fluff up and jarring me briefly. When I looked back up she was holding a shirt made from some sort of purple fabric, with weird ruffles...I'd never seen her wear any of these clothes...my fashion taste, by comparison, seemed worthy of Lydia Martin herself.

"Dori, if you're not going to take my advice then don't ask me...you look fine in all your bloody clothes" She could probably wear a bin bag or one of those ridiculous shirts that she seemed to be pulling out of Narnia and people would stiller her she was hot.

I shoved my phone in my pocket. I'd been texting Scott for the past 2 hours; he was overly hyped about his date with Allison. He couldn't quite seem to grasp the concept that she liked him therefore he didn't need to do anything but be himself. Sitting up I rubbed a hand wearily across my forehead, I had been sat there for two hours helping Dori go through her wardrobe for something 'Lydia wooing' worthy. I felt like Han when he finally got out of carbonite, tired and with a pounding headache...or is that just my brain tap dancing to AC/DC?

"What's wrong with you today?" She stopped and spun towards me scowling like I'd personally insulted her. Her hands still gripped that ruffled piece of purple and mine still rubbed at my tender head.

"What's wrong? Oh I don't know, maybe the fact I'm going to a party which I don't want to go to because you want to get drunk, and attempt to get into the pants of the most popular girl in school...who also happens to be dating the biggest jackass in school who wants to kill me more than Voldemort wanted to kill Harry!" I was having a bad day. I was being forced to a place I was completely uncomfortable being at and I was lying to both Norman and Mum to do it. I'm a crap liar. I can't lie at all and I don't like lying unless for very good reasons. Being Dori's sidekick for her sexual exploits was not a good enough reason.

"You can always drop me off and come pick me up later, you know..." She turned back to her closet, the purple shirt was an apparent no then.

"Except the fact that you could get so drunk you won't call me or you could get taken advantage of, raped, murdered, a whole host of other things that I don't need happening! Did you forget the girl who was found dead in the woods this week?!" Everyone seemed to forget about that girl other than the Sheriff. School went on like normal, gossip was about who slept with who, and life was pretty much what it had been all summer. Ordinary.

"You sound like mum, stop being so melodramatic. Besides I'd kick their asses if they attacked me..." I rolled my eyes and fell back against the covers with a sigh. I wasn't trying to change her mind. If anything I was trying to convince myself that going was a good idea, that it would be better than watching Firefly for the thousandth time that year.

Life had become a large ball game of do I go like any normal teenager or do I stay wallowing in my pit that I call a room. While wallowing was infinitely more enjoyable, I had promised Dori I'd go and I'd promised myself that I'd at least try and do some typically teenage things-anything from going to a party filled with alcohol to watching a school sports game.