No Good | Luke Hemmings A.U

31

(Updated, 2018)

Decision. Decisions.

I've been in my room for the rest of the afternoon trying to find an outfit to wear. My whole closet was tossed around my room as I tried to put together an outfit that would classify as "sexy". I had an hour left before Calum would be here and I'm sitting in the floor with nothing but my undergarments and a robe on. I groan before falling back onto a pile of shirts. All these clothes and I still have nothing to wear.

What kind of witch craft is this?

All I know is that black skinnies are a must. Those and a pair of black vans. Sighing I sit back up and stand up from sitting on the ground. I look around and grab a pair of black skinnies and toss them onto my bed. I then walk over to my dresser and plug in my flat iron. As I let the flat iron heat, I walk back over to the pile of shirts and start digging through them to find a shirt I think would be cute tonight. I toss shirt after shirt in find of the perfect shirt for tonight. Why must this be so difficult? I sigh in defeat as I chuck another shirt across the room.

That's it. I'm not going.

I never been this stress over a silly little outfit before. Okay I lied. Yea I have, but that was because I was going to Ms.Hemmings house and even then I wasn't this stressed. I guess it's because I'm probably going to see most of the people from my school there and I want to make a good impression. I don't know why I want to make a good impression for those people.
Groaning, I look through the shirts one more time until my eyes lands on a certain white shirt. It was simple, but it looks like it could get me through the night. It was a loose black crop top with a pocket on the left boob with the words 'Don't Care' written in white on the pocket. I smile as I quickly stand up to get ready. I discard the robe off of my body and pull the shirt over my head. As I predicted the shirt didn't cover my stomach fully, but it was survivable. The only thing I didn't like about the shirt was that it didn't cover my small heart tattoo. The tattoo was something my mom and I both got for her thirty-ninth birthday and for my eighteenth birthday she let me get another one under my left collar bone. I love my tattoos to death, but I just hate when people question me about them. Continuing getting dress, I walk over to my bed and grab the black pants off of it so I can slide them on. After doing that I quickly walk over to my makeup vanity, where my flat iron was plugged up and sit down. I take my hair out of it's ponytail and straighten it, which took about twenty minutes. Finishing my hair, I put a black SnapBack on and leave it down for tonight. You know, to give me a "sexy" look, I guess you could say. I also decided that once again I would wear my contacts.
After finishing getting ready it was almost nine-thirty. I already texted Calum my address and he replied with he was on his way. That was about five minutes ago and to say I was just nervous was an understatement. Here I am about to go to my first party ever. The only type of party I ever been to was a birthday party and even then I didn't find them entertaining. It was just awful.
Sighing, I throw my head back against the couch and try to calm my accelerated heart. I really don't want to go, but at the same time I'm excited. Excited at the fact that I am about to go to my first high school party yet nervous at the same time.

I really hope I don't throw up because that's what it feels like.

I feel my stomach twist even more as I hear the sound of knocking at my door. I let out a long breath before getting up from the couch and walking over to the front door. As I make it to the front door, I open the door and on the other side stood a nice looking Calum. He was wearing a black Green Day shirt with green letters, black skinny jeans with a hole in the knee, and black boots. To say he looks good was an understatement.

"Is this the Piper residents? Are you her older sister?" He asks with a look of confusion on his face. I stop myself from rolling my eyes at him. I don't look that different.