Which Direction? {A Frat Boy Harry Fanfiction}

Chapter 4

"Okay so I was thinking..." Riley spoke jumping up from off of her bed. She grabbed a few things out of her dresser laying them down neatly on her bed. "I could wear this," she held up a light pink halter dress to her body, "but I don't want it to look like I'm trying to hard." She then picked up a pair of lightwash denim shorts and a red tube top. "I could wear this," she looked down, "But I don't wanna look like a slut." "Or I could wear this," she said picking up the last outfit which was a plain black pencil skirt and a cute frilly blue top to go with it.

I sighed, "I really don't care what you wear..."

"C'mon Chels," she paused, "Is it okay if I call you that?" I was used to it.

"Yeah," I mumbled opening my drawers to find what I was going to wear.

"Okay Chels. I need a girl's opinion,"

I rolled my eyes turning back, "Uh I'd go with the skirt and the blouse. Not too casual, but not to slutty."

"Thanks," she grinned taking them off their hangers, "What are you wearing?"

"I don't know yet...does it really matter?" I asked pulling out a pair of skinny jeans almost identical to the ones that that boy Harry had spilled my latte on.

"Yes! Of course it does. This is your--our first party as college girls. We have to dress to impress," her peppy voice rambled on and on about how this is where we get our reputation. That nobody's gonna wanna date me if I go in jeans blah blah blah.

I didn't think that Riley was gonna turn out like this. When I first met her, just minutes ago, she had seemed so shy and timid. It was probably just a little intimidating. Me and my latina blood...

I guess I was starting to like her.

I threw my jeans back into my drawer pulling out my maroon jean shorts and a black spaghetti strap with the neckline that brings out my big bust. "How about this?" I asked turning back to. I might as well look descent if I have to go to this party.

"Perfect," she said straightening out her skirt.

"Are we leaving now?"

"Yeah pretty soon. I wanna be there as soon as the party starts," she said pulling out a pair of studded  black, strappy heels from her suitcase.

"Whoa. Those are bonita," I breathed.

"Yeah they are," she said looking at me, "Here. You wear them." She stuck the two inch heels out to me.

"Oh no. It's fine. I was just complimenting them. You don't have to let me wear them..." I said turning around to look for my Toms.

"No seriously. They'd look so much better on your legs anyways. I have a pair of white wedges that I can wear," she said. I looked at her smiling. I gave a small chuckle.

"Thanks," I smiled, grabbing them from her sitting back down on the bed to put them on.

"No problem," she said, "Ready?"

"Yeah," I looked at myself in the mirror. I was satisfied. I didn't look too dressed up, but I never really dress up for anything anyways. I didn't have any makeup on, but I never wear makeup either. I was boring I know, but there never was anyone I really needed to impress. What people think of me has never been at the top of my priority list.

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I watched girls with booty shorts, mini skirts, and some in only underwear run around the fraternity house like it's the end of the world. Each with a red paper cup in their hand filled full to the top with booze. The smell of deep alcohol filled my nose as I followed Riley into the house. I scowled at the smell. Alcohol.

She looked around with just as much confusion as I did. This place was a riot. Boys grinding and making out with these girls littered the giant fraternity house.

"Let's get a drink," Riley yelled over the blasting techno music. I shrugged, not exactly sure what she said, as I followed her through the crowded hallways. A blonde haired boy slapped me on the ass, so I slapped him on the face.

"¡No me toques!" I growled at him watching his expression change suddenly. I rolled my eyes. I looked around realising that I lost site of Riley. I'm pretty tall, but I still had to tip toe in my heels to look over the heads of drunk college boys. I couldn't see her anywhere. I kept walking in the direction I thought she was. I finally squeezed my way into a kitchen. There was a giant pitcher of red punch which was probably mixed with tequila or something. There were three giant kegs that people were taking splurts of beer from. I watched as one girl was held upside in a hand stand. A group of people crowding around her and yelling "Chug Chug Chug Chug!" Her face turned beet red as she finished off the last of the barrel. The two boys who were holding her up let her down onto her feet as she celebrated with the others in a loud victory. It was that same girl. The same blonde bitch that was at the coffee shop with Harry who I was ready to get in a fight with. I rolled my eyes for what seemed like the hundreth time tonight.

"Wanna give it a go?" I flipped around to come face to face with Harry.