Ugly Confidence

Chapter 4

I let the bun that sat on the top of my head loose, whipping my hair around, so that it sprawled across my shoulders. This would be the eleventh time I styled my hair for the night, and Jenna was ten seconds away from loosing her mind. I smiled at her sheepishly in the mirror, and tried to ignore the daggers she was shooting at my back.

I ran my brush down the length of my hair, and french twisted my bangs back, securing it with a small bobby pin. Content with the cute style, I turned to Jenna for her opinion.

"What do you think?"

She opened her eyes wide. "That's super cute A." She said, squealing like she always did when she was excited. I swear she reminded me more of a child everyday, but that was one of the things I loved most about her.

"Thanks." I say, turning back to the mirror. My hair really was cute, and I was surprised that I had never styled it like that before. I played with it so that it laid just right, and I was finally ready to go. I gave myself a complete once over in the mirror, straightening my blouse and mini skirt, as well as tying my red converse.

"Let's get this show on the road Jenna." I said calmly, although on the inside I was anything but calm. I was so nervous, butterflies were flying out of my ass. Not only was this my first date, but it was my first date with Malcolm, the love of my existence. It had to be absolutely perfect.

Jenna nodded excitedly, and we left her house dressed to impress. She was going to the party too, and although she did not know Ally Stevens, her boyfriend Jack would be there. He was good friends with Ally's boyfriend, which made us both feel a lot more comfortable going to the girl's party. To be completely honest I did not even know who she was until yesterday.

Hence forth, I did not know where her house was either. Malcolm was supposed to text me the address, but he must have forgotten. Part of me wished he offered to pick me up like a gentlemen, but I respected the fact he wanted to ride with his friends. I just hoped he got rid of them when it was time for our date to start.

"Can you please text Jack and ask him for the address." I asked Jenna, trying to keep the impatience out of my voice.

"Good idea." She pulled out her phone, and began texting quickly. It took a couple of minutes, but Jack responded.

"The party is at 5608 Chestbrooke Hill." She announced.

"Okay." I replied, breathing deeply. That was only a few blocks away, leaving me little time to mentally prepare myself for the night ahead. I still could not believe that I was actually going on a date with Malcolm, but no matter what I had to play it cool.

A few minutes later we arrived in front of Ally Stevens' house. I allowed myself to look around when I got out of the car. The house was nice, but it was kind of on the smaller side, which only made the massive amount of people surrounding it that much more disturbing.

"Woah." I breathed, and Jenna echoed.It was safe to say we did not go to many parties, and the setting was slightly intimidating. She and I clutched on to each other tightly, as we walked through the crowd. It helped that we saw a lot of familiar faces, but none of the people were who we were actually looking for.

"Hi guys, welcome to my party." A bubbly blond, who I guessed was Ally, shouted as she walked up to us. She appeared to be really friendly, and not at all upset about the attendance of two strangers at her party. I gave her a small smile, and Jenna gave her an awkward wave.

"Let me know if you need anything." She said, dancing her way back into the crowd of people. Her movements were extremely clumsy and uncoordinated. After watching her for a moment, Jenna and I looked at each other and began to laugh.

"She is totally drunk." She snorted, and I had to agree. Ally was definitely not sober, and I soon realized that was the case for most people in the room.

The two of us quickly made our way to what appeared to be the living room, and Jenna finally found Jack. They gazed at each other, and in less than a second they were in each other's arms, while engaging in a full out make out session. I turned away, trying to ignore the fact they had their tongues shoved down each other's throats.

With a roll of my eyes, I slowly walked away from them. I had to find Malcolm, and they were making me more than a little ill. After wandering through a crowd of people for about five minutes, I resigned myself to sitting on a chair in the kitchen. What if he decided not to come, than what would I do?

As if I was not irritable enough, I saw a person I could go my whole life without ever seeing again. The same person who made my anger burn hotter than lava, and that person was no other than Seth McConway. That was it, my night had officially taken a dive into hell.

"Would you look at that? Even all dressed up you still look like a Gremlin." He said in a mocking tone. I gritted my teeth, but decided to ignore his remark. I knew I looked nice, and that is all that mattered.

"What are you doing here?" I asked bitterly.

"Why do you care?" He answered shortly, but I did not answer. He grated on my nerves so much, I did not even have words to describe my displeasure when I was around him. All I knew was I wanted a hole to open under his feet, and swallow him up.

After a few moments of the hate filled silence, he pushed past me, and proceeded to get a drink out of the keg on the table, before leaving.

I watched in disbelief as he shoved by the couple that was standing in the doorway, and nearly knocked them over. On one hand I was comforted by the fact he was not only rude to me, but on the other hand I wondered why he was such a dick.

Shaking all thoughts of the disturbing boy from my head, I continued to wait for Malcolm. I was starting to think he would never show up. Biting my nails, I paced around the kitchen nervously.

Suddenly, I felt a warm hand rest on my waist, and pull me backwards. I looked up to see that it belonged to Malcolm. He looked so handsome with his blond comb over and navy blue shirt that brought out the depths of his eyes. I nearly swooned by looking at him, but that still did not change the fact that I was pissed.

"Where were you?" I asked, crossing my arms. He kept me waiting for over an hour.

He looked at the floor and shuffled his feet. To be honest, it was kind of adorable to watch.

"I'm sorry, but I was getting you these." He said, reaching behind him to bring forth a bouquet of red and white roses. They were absolutely gorgeous, and I knew they could not have been cheap. My jaw hung open, as I gazed at the beautiful flowers in his hand.

"Wow, you really know how to shut a girl up."

"I do, but not with roses." He said, before leaning in to rest his lips on my mine. My body went into shock, and my heart beat rose to dangerous levels. This could not be happening, I was finally kissing Malcolm Cole after dreaming about it for five years. His lips tasted like fresh mint, and I nearly pissed myself when his equally minty tongue forced my mouth open.

We kissed for a while until he pulled away. "Do you want to be my girlfriend, Ava?" He asked softly.

I nodded my head slowly, because I could hardly speak.

"Good, because I want to be your boyfriend."

I had to keep myself from jumping up and down. It was official! Malcolm and I were a couple, and I could not be happier. I took a deep breath, so that I would not do anything to embarrass myself, like scream at the top of my lungs in euphoria.

I took a deep breath, and played it cool. "Sounds good to me."

He smiled, and grabbed my hand, as we walked back into the party as a couple.