Trouble... (A Harries Twins Fanfic)

Chapter 3 (You have no idea what your roommate is capable of.)

Chapter 3

"So are we taking our little virgin to Sam's or what?!" Caspar asked excitedly. Standing up, he looked at me with his bright blue eyes.

"Fuck yah, she's got to meet everyone tonight. Hopefully everyone will like her… If she can just let lose." Jack looked at me, tapping his chin while staring me up and down.

Shifting on my feet, feeling a bit uncomfortable under Jack and Caspar's stares, I began to walk towards my bed. "What are you guys talking about? What's at Sam's?" God I hated this feeling of being lost. Like not know anything. Or what everyone's talking about.

"Well, it's Saturday night Cher. Sam has a party in his dorm every Saturday night. And that's where all the shit goes down." Caspar was looking through his Twitter feed again. God this kid was obsessed with twitter. But then again, I'm in no place to judge because I'm obsessed with tumblr.

"Why Sam's? Why doesn't anyone else throw a party?" I let curiosity get the best of me.

"Mostly because Sam and Marcus's room is bigger than everyone else's. Last month there was a fire in their room so the school had to remodel it. But because of their stupidity, the architects messed up and made the room as big as one of the class rooms, thinking that it used to be a class room before the fire." Jack laughed while looking through his closet in search of an outfit to wear to Sam's.

Nodding, I sat on my bed, staring into space. I couldn't help but wonder what could have possibly caused a fire. Was it one of their Saturday night parties? And what does Caspar mean when he says "that's where all the shit goes down"…?

"Well are you gunna get ready or are you just gunna sit there and stare into buttfuck nowhere?" Jack raised his eyebrows, looking in my direction.

Snapping myself out of my limbo, I quickly looked up at Jack. "Oh.. uhm.. yah what should I wear? Dressy Or causal?"

"Whatever floats your boat. Just look hot. You seem like you need the D more than anyone else." Jack stifled a laugh while putting a stripped T-shirt on.

"Oh please. I'm perfectly fine being single and besides, I definitely do not need you to tell me what I need." I put an emphasize on the word you, flicking him off after I opened my closet.

"Ouch Jack, wanna apply some ice to that burn?" Caspar turned around, clearly amused by the disses Jack and I were throwing at each other.

"Go fuck yourself Caspar." Jack laughed, pulling on his black skinny jeans while trying to keep his balance.

"Oh. I already did that today. Twice." Caspar turned back to the computer screen, keeping a straight face, making Jack and I erupt in laughter.

Looking through my closet, I decided on a black tight dress that was about a few inches above my knee and a black blazer to top it off. Taking my brand new black converse I recently bought with Andrea, I took the clothes and walked into the bathroom to change.

"Babe, you don’t need to change in the bathroom. This is your room too." I heard Jack shout from our room, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"In your dreams I change in front of you!" I shouted back from the bathroom. Knowing to lock the bathroom door this time so that what happened thirty minutes ago wouldn’t again, I stripped out of my jeans and shirt, putting on the dress. I then put on the shoes and put the blazer aside for later. Taking my flat iron, I used it to define my messy curls and make them look a bit more presentable. Then I took one of my bright red lipsticks and put that on just to add a touch of sassiness to my outfit. Stepping away from the mirror, I took a last look at myself. Satisfied with my work, I walked out, feeling both Jack and Caspar's eyes on me.