Course Of Action

CHAPTER 5: Doors

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D O O R S

PoV: Wilma Morris...|

Having never entered that particular scene, I had a hard time finding something to wear. I didn't own a lot of that "flashy" and fun yet casual clothing to fit into the expected theme, and I ended up stealing a top from my younger sister.

It was unusual to show off skin in the way the top forced me to. If it wasn't for me having felt slightly pressured to fit in appearance wise I wouldn't have put it on, it just wasn't my style. The pink jeans which had long been untouched hugged my thighs rather tightly, only to flare out as they reached my plateau boots, and I hoped it would emphasise my hips enough. The white tank to a crop-top allowed my chest to breathe, showing off the tan I had built up over summer.. A part of me felt stupid for being so weak to the imaginary pressure I felt to fit in now that I for once was invited, doing all I could to live up to my classmates' unknown standards.

I tried to see the upsides of it though. Perhaps I would finally catch the eye of that certain someone, in that certain kinda way after dressing up and fixing myself as much as I had. Xander had never really seen me fixed up like that besides on prom night, so I would stand out to him in a new kinda way. In a scene, where we wouldn't be sitting in a classroom or a bench in broad daylight with students and teachers prohibiting us from saying and doing what we wanted. To be able to feel free in our interaction. It could now be only us if we so wanted. And I wanted it.

As the time ran out, so did I, and on my way downstairs I sent Diana a message telling her about my soon arrival at the address. In our chain of previous messages were the never-ending stream of questions I had asked her as preparation for the night. I was thankful to have such a patient friend, who didn't mind my questions; however anxious or panicked. She had certainly helped cease some of the worry for the night to come.

As I walked the fifteen minute walk to Wilson's address, I really hoped I hadn't gone overboard. I had done my best to fit in, but at the last minute paranoia hit me, and I suddenly wasn't so sure about my efforts. I had no idea what others would wear, and could only guess based on the little I had witnessed before; whether it be in real life or in movies. If I had gotten it wrong, I hoped I was underdressed rather than overdressed, dreading making a fool of myself at the very first party I had been invited to.

COA

Standing just outside his place, I took the time to admire their beautiful home as I waited for Diana. I had seen Wilson's place before when passing by sometimes. It was hard not to as it was one of the largest estates in town. Its extravagant exterior always attracted my eye with its cream colour, embellished with vast windows and romantic balconies. The garden was of the picturesque kind, with flowers matching and bushes trimmed to perfection.

It could almost have been considered a landmark of ours. Why? Because Wilson Brown was none other than the mayor's son, and the residence had been inhabited by every preceding mayor we had had for the past two centuries. To say it felt like a big deal going in there was no lie. To have the mayor's son invite me to his home had definitely felt like something special. Though, something tells me even if he wasn't the mayor's son I would still have felt the same.

As the mayor's son he was known and loved by everyone naturally. However, regardless he was seen as the perfect guy in every single way, not too much nor too little of anything. He was often described as a gentleman with a young man's twist. And he was, certainly. I partially believed his good image was upheld because of who his father was and that he needed to keep some of his reputation intact. It drove the girls even more crazy for him, and I wonder sometimes how he keeps them at a distance. With great mannerism in his pocket, the title of football caption on his back, and overall good grades for someone having one foot into the muddy land of the populars, he knew how to impress.