My Sister's Boyfriend

Chapter six: I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor

Standing with Savannah and Mia in our garden the next day, I felt exactly as Savannah had described. My whole body was trembling, my body temperature had dropped, my bare knees were knocking together and butterflies were fluttering about in my stomach. What the hell was I thinking ? It wasn't just that I was going to an actual high school party for the first time in my life. It was that Cameron Lacerda was driving me there. The very boy who I, along with half the school, had a gigantic crush on, was going to be one of the first people to see my mind-boggling transformation. What if I actually looked like a wannabe ? Or worse, if I looked like a baby prostitute ? What he if laughed in my face ? What if-

My thoughts were rudely cut off by the sound of Cameron's Kia pulling in front of our house. My whole body was immediately seized with terror as I thought I can't do this I can't do this I can't do this.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Savannah and Mia start towards the car, but I stood rooted to my spot. I heard Savannah let out a loud sigh, and before I knew it footsteps were sounding towards me and a pair of feet in dangerously long stilettos had appeared in my vision. I was dragged to the car and practically pushed inside.

I adjusted my position in the backseat next to Mia, keeping my eyes trained on the car floor and hoping Cameron would ignore my existence, something I never thought I'd ever hope. Of course I had terrible luck and Cameron was just too sweet to do that, so he twisted around and smiled at Mia and I (Savannah was in the passenger seat), and said "Hey girls, you're looking great." That was when I finally looked up at him, my chest constricting. Did he actually think I looked nice ? Or even better... sexy ?

My heart dropped into my stomach as I realised that Cameron wasn't looking at me in lust, but only in friendliness. Of course. What did I expect ? I was nothing to him except his girlfriend's socially inept older sister. Still, I plastered on a smile and said "Thanks. Thanks for inviting us too."

"Yeah, definitely. It was so nice of you." Mia thanked him, adopting the nasally Olsen twins voice she'd been practicing for years now. Cameron winced but smiled at her, and then twisted back in his seat.

All through the car ride all I could do is watch Cameron and Savannah in the wide rear-view mirror. He kept shooting her quick glances, which I assumed were of longing. Why couldn't he look at me like that ? Of course, Savannah did look absolutely gorgeous; she had decided in the end on a periwinkle dress that looked so good on her it made me look like Cinderella's ugly stepsister in comparison. Savannah of course wasn't oblivious to Cameron's lust; whenever she caught Cameron looking at her, she just smiled and winked at him.

After what seemed like an eternity we pulled up in front of the Ismay estate. The party had started over an hour ago, so even from outside the black iron gates we could hear thumping music and shouting voices. Cameron rolled the windows down as we reached the thickset bodyguards (yes, the Ismay's are that rich) and said "Hey Coop, hey Jackson. How's it going ?"

'Coop' and 'Jackson' smiled at Cameron, and one of them said "Great. It's always awesome working the party shift, since hot girls are always flitting in and out." He grinned at Savannah, Mia and I. Cameron started to pull the windows back up, but we still heard him say "Hey girls, how's it-"

As we drove through the iron gates, my mouth dropped open as I took in the wide lush gardens we were driving beside. To the left I could see swimming pools and a water slide, and right next to it an actual soccer field. Although the house was so huge, everyone was crowded in one corner of the gardens on our right, right next to to the DJ.

Seeing everyone dancing and having fun just made my nerves return full force. I was going to look so stupid. So out of place. I started trembling again as Cameron drove around the great granite fountain and towards the breath-taking White-House like marble building that was actually about 10 times the size of my entire house. He stopped in front of the downwards slope that must've led to the garage, where he was again questioned by guards. However, since he was also familiar with these guys, they immediately let him in, and after a few seconds we were driving into the Ismay's private garage.