Pulchritudinous Insanity || Derek Hale

Chapter 03|| You've Got to Be Kidding?

January 14th, 2011
The McCall Residence

There's a party tonight, and although I'm usually not much of a partygoer, I'm genuinely looking forward to this one. It's the first party after going back to school, and the perfect thing to distract me from my strange situation.

It's been a few days since the dead girl visited me at my house, and ever since then, I've had three questions constantly plaguing my thoughts: How can I see her? What does she need help with? and What is her name because it certainly isn't "dead girl"?

To prepare for the party, Holden and Zoey came over to my house, and we were going to pick Riley up after we were done getting ready. "So," I announced, gaining both of their attention. "You're our DD,"—I pointed with both my hands together at Holden, then turned to point at Zoey—"and you and Riley are my drinking buddies, correct?"

"Mhmm." Holden nodded, waltzing over to my closet and riffling through to see what I had. "But I must say, your wardrobe is ghastly unfortunate and I don't know what you're going to wear."

He continued looking, so I watched as Zoey splayed her outfit onto my bed. "I'm really glad you asked Riley to go to this party," she admitted as she placed the last thing for her party attire on the plush white duvet.

Noticing that her red top was basically just a corset, I tried my best to hold back my laughter. "I can, uh, I can tell," I sniggered, giving the outfit another once-over. "Is that just for Riley?"

She glanced between me and the outfit and shrugged. "Not just for him, but it couldn't hurt. He's very..." she paused trying to find the right word. "Pretty."

"Pretty?" Holden and I both snorted at the same time.

"Yes, he's very pretty," she muttered, walking over to her bag sitting on my desk.

"Aha!" Holden suddenly exclaimed, causing us both to turn worriedly towards him, only for him to be holding up a long, grey, pleated skirt, a huge smile on his face. When he noticed us looking at him, he quickly elaborated. "Oh, I just finally found something that's not too fancy that I can actually work with. Speaking of which: do you care if I cut this shorter?"

"Not at all. I actually kind of forgot about it if I'm being honest," I admitted. "My mom bought it for me before some family function a few years back."

"Alright, well I'm going to whip up an outfit for you, so you two gals get yourselves ready and I'll call you when I'm ready." He shooed us out of the room, so we nodded and did just that, Zoey grabbing her makeup bag quickly as we passed.

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Sometime later, we were putting our finishing touches on our faces. Our makeup was minimal, done simply to accentuate our features, and all I did was straighten my hair. Holden had called us a few minutes ago, so we walked out to see my outfit lying neatly beside hers.

"Wow, you really did fix it," I gushed, picking the much shorter piece of fabric up and inspecting it. It didn't even look like adjustments had been made.

"Did you doubt me?" he questioned jokingly.

"Not at all," I praised, grabbing the rest of the outfit and walking back off to the washroom. Stripping out of my school clothes, I put new undergarments on, then slipped my legs into the grey skirt. I held my shirt out in front of me, taking in the pastel green fabric that puffed up at the shoulders.

"Isn't the outfit a little small?" I wondered when I got to him, gripping the hem of my skirt to pull it down, then pulling the fabric up around my breasts to readjust the top.