After an extremely boring week, Friday finally rolled in. On Wednesday, me, Cam, Nicky, and Anne decided to meet at my house, to get ready for the party, for five reasons: (a) I managed the makeup ; (b) Cam managed our hair; (c) Nicky managed the clothes we were going to wear; (d) Anne was the designated driver; and (e) my house had no other occupant than myself.
So at 7:30 we meet at my house to get ready. Xavier and Brandon will be meeting us at the party. I love black and flannels to the core. So I am gonna be wearing a smokey eye, with red lips, and a black west with "PEACE" written on it, with black skinny ripped jeans under, a red flannel on my waist, and floral SnapBack and Vans.
Nicky, will be wearing a white satin sleeveless top with golden studs decorating the neckline, a bleached denim jacket, dark blue skinny jeans, silver pumps. For her makeup, I'm gonna give her a nude look. And Cam's gonna give her hair a curly look.
Anne, will be wearing a silver, mid-sleeve, backless top, bleached skinny jeans, monochrome chequered pointy-toed heels. I'm gonna be giving her a purple eyeshadow and nude lips, and her hair will be part straight and part wavy.
Cam will be wearing a shiny maroon loose, shoulder-down with white shorts and silver flats. Her hair will be in a pretty messy bun, and her makeup will be dark lips and a light shadow.
The girls love glitter and shine. I, don't. Anyway, when we all saw our outfits, all but Anne were pleased. She, being a conservative kind of girl, was more shocked than pleased. She did NOT like the idea of a backless top. WITHOUT a bra! Hah! Nicky and I decided in that dress on purpose, knowing she won't be able to decline us.
At 8:45, we were ready to leave. Anne drove us to the place, someone's house, someone who was quite rich, while I texted the boys to meet us at the entrance. At 9 we were at the house. With the guys by our side, we walk into the party.
We're greeted by so many people, considering that we are members of "popular group". I was still curious to know who's party was this. Yet, not a single person answered me. How rude of them all!
We had quite a lot of fun. We played some beer pong, truth or dare, and danced and drank and just enjoyed ourselves completely.
It was 11. I still had absolutely no clue as to who's party this is. Muttering to myself, "who's fucking party is this", I started walking towards the washroom.
Since I was not looking where I was going, I bumped into someone. A guy. He said something.
"What and who are you", I asked him, not listening to his previous statement.
"I am Logan Sherman. And this, is, my party!"
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Hey guys!! Since you'll have me so many views in such a short time, I updated a day earlier. Hope you'll like this chapter.
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