Wonderwalls {HS}

IV

A week into life at UC and I realize I am beyond thankful that our dorm room has its own shower. I don't consider myself a shy person, but I am not about be be naked in the same room as a bunch of strangers. I step out of the bathroom after covering myself up with one of Sammi's old tattered blue towels. Sam is standing in front of the window with a curling iron, and has positioned her phone to act like a mirror.

"Sam what the hell are you doing? It's Friday night," I say, trying to keep my towel from slipping.

"Great you're out!" She unplugs her curling iron and rushes towards the steamy bathroom.

"Sam why are you curling your hair?" I ask again, starting to get impatient.

"Kappa Pi is having this giant ass party. It's kinda an annual thing, like a tradition I guess. I went last year and It was freaking insane. So I'm going, duh." She laughs and twirls another piece of her long hair around the rod. "You know you should really get ready soon. I plan on leaving in like thirty minutes."

"I'm not really much of a party person." Sammi turns to me with an agitated look.

"Have you even been to a party before, Fin?"

"Well no..." I shrug. It's not like I had never been to a party before. I went to junior high dances and homecoming and like prom. Unfortunately I'm guessing that's not the type of party Sammi was headed to.

"Okay, then how do you know you're not going to like it?" I take her words into account. It's just one party, Fin, it not like you're going to get out of control, I say to myself. A bad feeling pops into my stomach, but I brush it away.

"Fine I'll go. Just this once, though," I say. Sammi laughs. "What? Why are you laughing?!" I ask, confused.

She erupts into a fit of giggles. "Are you planning on going naked?" I look down at my chest, and it registers that I am still wearing the towel.

"Actually nudity was the original plan, but for your sake I'll put some clothes on." I walk over to my side of our humble closet and pull out one of my trusty flannels.

"Absolutely not. You're not wearing another flannel," Sammi calls out from the bathroom.

"Why not?" I whine, "Flannels are in and they're comfy. Come on."

"Maybe they're in, but it's a party. Not to mention a party with gorgeous frat boys. Try a little, Fin."

"Jesus, Sammi."

Sammi sets her eyeliner down and comes over to me. She grabs one her tops; a black one with pearly beading at the neckline, and a pair of my black skinny jeans. She tosses the clothes at me and goes back to putting on eyeliner.

I hold the shirt out in front of me. It looks way too short for my torso. Sammi is a sold six inches shorter than me, and I'm positive that it was not going to reach past my belly button. I change into the shirt and just as I suspect, it hits right above my naval.

"Sam this is not working for me."

"Shut up it looks cute. And your jeans are high wasted, aren't they?" She's right, and the jeans hide the skin not covered by the top. However I still have horrible feeling resting in my gut.

I peek my head out of the bathroom door. "Are you sure you don't want to stay in here and watch Netflix?"

Sammi groans. I'll take that as a no.