The Bad Boy's Babysitter

• Chapter 15

Chapter 15 // Surprise from that special someone

We didn't end up buying our costumes. Luke and I couldn't decide what to wear, and Michaela was way too indecisive. So I told her we still had 2 more weeks before the school dance, and perhaps there were more important things to worry about.

In Michaela's notebook however, that meant Mark's party.

I've never been invited to one, much less to a party held by someone as popular as Mark. But I've always showed up with Michaela because she forces me to go with her all the time. We both know it's partly because she feels bad for me.

I mean, your best friend gets an RSVP to one of the biggest parties of the year and you don't? Bummer.

But I was okay with the arrangement. I wasn't the type of person who'd like to spend the night getting wasted, and finding out that I'd kissed someone I really didn't want to in the midst of drinking too much alcohol. I also agreed to go with Michaela because I was her best friend, and I felt obligated to look out for her.

On Saturday evening, she dropped by my house. As usual, she burst into my room with an eager smile, and with more than a few bags in hand. I was lying in bed, listening to my favourite playlist on my iPod when she came.

"Jade!" She greeted. I sat up, plugging out my earpiece. She tossed the bags at the foot of my bed and started digging into them excitedly. "Look what I bought you!"

She fished out a crochet-trimmed cami dress which seemed a bit too skimpy for me. "I found it in your size and I couldn't help but love it. I know it looks a bit revealing, but -"

"A bit? It's hell way too revealing." I finished, moving forward to examine the cute but scanty outfit. I still had to admit Michaela had good taste.

She offered me the dress which I took in uncertainty. "It'll only be for one night," She explained. "You need to dress to impress. Everyone will have their eyes on you at the party."

"I don't want their eyes on me."

She snorted. "You do." She said. "I'm also 110% sure you'll want to impress Carson."

I rolled my eyes up. "Do not." I said. "Stop making assumptions." I added, throwing a pillow which she caught just in time. Then she battered her eyelashes at me in an innocent manner.

Michaela was stubborn. It was a trait that never changed ever since we became friends in 5th grade. And I supposed I was so used to her ways that it didn't occur to me it happens to be a bad thing at times. Despite being popular, she was one of the most down-to-earth person you'd ever meet - which goes to show that the movies weren't always accurate.

Her eyes were warm and comforting, a deep rich shade of liquid brown. There was something about her that made everyone take a second glance. Michaela had a talent at convincing people to do her bidding. I figured it was mainly because she was pretty. When you had looks, it wasn't hard to get what you want.

But I wouldn't have changed the way things were with us. After all, I still had perks when it came to being her friend. Like going to a party I never got invited to.

"So, you're going to put that on, right?" She asked, looking at the black dress.

I groaned. "Do I really have a choice?"

•••

Michaela and I were late.

Mark Harrington held the party at an isolated area downtown, and it took a lot of time finding the place. But as soon as we heard loud music and saw bright lights, we knew we were on the right track. It was a villa with white columns and iron gates, and no neighbours on either side of the house. Which was fortunate, because the party was wild.