The Girl with the Golden Curls

Deep Shit

Alice P. O. V*
It's been 2 weeks since Mason has last talked to me and I have no idea what I did wrong. It's not like I care, I mean I have been hitting it off with James and he even invited me to his party tonight, but he was so friendly and then he just wasn't anymore and I don't understand why. My thoughts are interrupted by the door bell ringing, and I jump up to answer it. "Melissa!" I squeal giving her a hug. Melissa is a girl who I met in my math class and we have become so tight. She came over to help me get ready for the party tonight. She wasn't invited but she wants to be a makeup artist when she gets older so she loves to practice on me. "Alright, let's get started." She says walking up the steps to my room. I open the door and she leads me to the bathroom. She pulls out the straitener and the little bit of makeup I have. She stares at it for a few seconds then asks "This is all you have?" I nod my head slowly and she rolls her eyes, pulling out a bag from her purse. "Good thing I always bring backup." She exclaims. "Oh great" I answer sarcastically. She plugs in the straitener and gets to work on my face and hair. As she is doing my hair she keeps burning my ear and every time I Yelp and jump out of my seat. "Sorry" she mutters every time. Finally she says "Alright done" I start to stand up and she asks "Where are you going? I haven't even done your makeup yet." My jaw drops and I lower myself back onto the chair. After about half an hour she finally sighs and says "That will have to do" I look up at the mirror and I barely recognize myself, my curls are flat and my freckles are gone, I love it. "Alright now what to wear" Melissa says. We head into my room and she says "Definitely not a dress, that's a bad move. So maybe some jeans and a nice top" I nod and she pulls out a pair of dark skinny jeans and a white strapless top with a faint blue across the neckline. "Wow I didn't even know I had that" I exclaim. I put the clothes on in the bathroom and I look at myself in the mirror. I look great, but I don't look or feel like myself. Melissa pulls out a pair or white wedges and I slip them on my feet. I look at the clock that reads 8:57, James is coming to pick me up at 9. I head toward the door and Melissa walks with me. "Call me later and tell me everything that happens" she tells me. I nod and then she walks down the steps to my porch and waves goodbye. I walk out onto the porch and look over to see Mason doing the same at Matts house. He looks over and sees me, he eyes me up and down then he looks back toward the street. I hear the door to that house open and Matt comes out and then head toward his car. Mason looks over at me one more time before hopping into the front seat. Not long after, Joseph pulls up and he sees me walking down the steps and gives me a cat call. "I like you a lot better with your hair strait" I blush and climb into the car. It takes us about 10 minutes to get to the house and when I walk up to the house I am greeted with the smell of alcohol and weed. This is my first high school party and I would be lying if I didn't say I was nervous. I walk in and the first person I see is Britney. She is dancing on the table, topless, while drinking strait from a bottle of vodka. Everyone around her is cheering. On another side of the house, Mason is sitting on a couch surrounded by a group of girls and I roll my eyes at him, this is why I didn't let myself fall for him. Joseph hands me a glass of a light colored beverage and he says "relax, it's just Sprite" I take it from him and gulp it down. "Thanks" I respond. Suddenly everything turns fuzzy and Joseph grabs my arm. "Don't worry" he says, "I will take care of you" he pulls me up to a room and shoves me onto the bed. I try to push him off me but I'm too weak so I start to scream but he presses his lips into mine causing me to stop. He starts to take off my shirt and that's when I knew I was in deep shit.