Enemies With Benefits

(2) Party Crashers

It's Monday! Which means it's time for another update :) I'm gonna make it Monday's and Thursdays, just so I can get this out of the way faster! Well, this chapter is where the fun stuff starts, so I hope you like it! And don't forget to vote!

Party Crashers . . .

"Well, whatcha think," I asked, stepping out of the bathroom and doing a quick spin.

Shay was lying upside down on my bed with her head hanging off the edge. She rolled to the left and off the bed, hitting the floor then quickly got to her feet. "Oh. My. Gosh," she said, slowly walking over to me.

Kayla, who'd been staring with her mouth hanging open finally snapped out of her trance and squealed. "You look so hot!"

"No way," I said looking towards the floor while running my hands over my body. "You guys look so much prettier," I said smiling sheepishly.

"No, no, no," Shay said coming over to me. "I feel like a friggin' nun over here," she said gaping at my outfit. She reached out, and teasingly poked the side of my boob.

"I look like a slut," I asked incredulously, swatting her hand away and tried to cover myself.

"No, no, no," Shay said quickly and rested her hands on my shoulder. "You look totally yummy and your hair is amazing," she said and played with one of the curls.

"Thanks to you," I said and smiled at her. "You did a good job on Kayla's to," I said.

"I know, I'm just that good," she said and sighed dreamily towards herself.

I looked down at myself once again. I had put on- no, I was forced to put on- this really cute black dress. It was strapless and stopped about mid-thigh. And yes, it did hug all my curves in the right places and the heels weren't too high off the ground.

I looked over to what Shay had on. She wore an off the shoulder black and white shirt with faded black skinny jeans. Even with the simplest outfit on she seemed to pull it off with ease.

Kayla, being the classy girl that she was, wore a red V-neck top and one of those really cute black skirts. The one where it has two layers of the fabric, whatever you call it. Oh, and she had about 10 silver bangles on each arm. I mean, if she ever got lost, all she had to do was shake her way back to civilization.

Need I remind you that all of our hair and makeup was done to perfection by Shay? Mine was in deep curls, Kayla's was straightened with half of it up in a ponytail and the rest flowing down her back, and Shay straightened hers and left it hanging as well.

My phone started ringing and I walked over to answer it, pulling down my dress in the process. "You couldn't have gotten a shorter dress," I asked Shay sarcastically as I picked up my phone. I glanced at the caller I.D and rolled my eyes.

"Oh, I have a shorter one, if you want that one," Shay said and began rummaging in her bag.

"No way," I said when I answered the phone.

"Huh," Mr. Jerkface asked. "Never mind, I don't really care," he said.

"What are you even talking about," I asked confused.

"Would you just hurry up? I've been out here forever," he said and sighed heavily.

"No you haven't!"

"I know," he said laughing and hung up the phone.

"Gabe's outside," I told them and walked into the bathroom.