I'm surprised when I don't find Madison in her dorm. Wow my prayers have been answered. There was a chance of me not going to the party but now I have to go and honestly, I have no clue why I said I would go. I wish Madison was here.
The party starts in an hour. What do I wear? This is my first college party and I have no idea what to wear yet alone where exactly the party is taking place.
As I skip through the corridors a girl stops me, "I'll be seeing you at Daniel's party, right?" Her cheerful tone makes me want to barf because it sounds so forced.
I nod my head and that's when I realize that it's the same girl who called Daniel in the library. She moves a strand of hair away from her face, smiling at me.
"My name is Courtney." She holds her hand out to shake mine. It's not a formal handshake, it seemed friendly.
"My name's Levi." I smile back at her.
"Haha, I know." She tries to hold in her laughter. "The girl who embarrassed Daniel, priceless." A huge grin appears on her face.
I quietly laugh not really knowing how to respond.
Her faces appears apologetic now, "I'm sorry for taking Daniel away from you in the library. I just didn't want him to get embarrassed again." She shrugs.
Now that actually makes me laugh. "Well, he did seem pretty angry." A smirk appears on my face.
"See, this is why you have to come to his party!" She squeals as I give her a lost expressions. She leans towards me as her eyes widen and slowly asks, "what's the matter?"
"Um..." I look at everything but her eyes. "Well... Actually nothing."
I quickly turn around to walk away but then I realize that my dorm is the opposite direction to where I turned. Luckily, she stopped me.
"Let me guess, you don't know what to wear?" A small laughter is released from her mouth.
My facial expression gives it all away, revealing that she's correct. We both walk to my dorm and then to my closet. I wait for her to pick an outfit. I wonder whether she even likes any of my clothes. I like her current outfit: cardy bomber jacket, black jumper, black jeans and black laced boots. She turns to me holding an outfit in her hand.
White bomber jacket with black near the end of the sleeve, dark grey jumper and black jeans.
I look at her with an approving smile. She smiles at me and warns, "we should get something to eat now. There's barely any food at any of his parties."
I quickly put on my outfit before we go to the cafeteria to get something to eat.

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It's Only Gossip
Chick-LitImagine your typical, teen student in highschool resisting the urge to consistently blurt out the truth. She's quite known, well respected, and open minded. Now imagine that same teen stuck in a college filled with stereotypical rich snobs. Yes, we...