Give Me Some Sugar, Daddy (Wattys 2017)

Part 2

Word count: 2050
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"So, you're coming out with us, right?" Becca stated as she stood in front of her small closet, hands on her hips and only wearing a towel, her red hair wet and sticking to her shoulders.

I gave her a look and shook my head before turning back to my laptop. "You should already know the answer to that."

"Jill, come on," she groaned. "You've never gone out with us and it's almost October. Can't you go out at least once this semester?"

"I'd rather not." I simply said, clicking the arrow to start another episode of The Office.

"You can't sit in here and watch Netflix all night. What did you do last week?"

"Studied." I shrugged. Last week was when I met Harry and I haven't talked to him since. It's not like I was upset or anything, but I was a little bummed, I guess.

She rolled her eyes, walking over to my bed and shutting my laptop closed. "Come out with us."

"Becca --," I warned, but she cut me off.

"Let's make a deal. You come out with us tonight and if you don't like it, I will personally take you home. No arguing or anything."

I rolled my lips between my teeth. That sounded like an okay deal. "But I have nothing to wear."

"Oh, lord." She walked back to her closet, pulling out a burgundy, long sleeved crop top and black leather shorts.

"Oh no, definitely not," I said, standing from my bed and shaking my head.

"Have you not seen your ass? It's bangin' and you need to show it off tonight."

I pouted, somehow agreeing. I had showered before her so my hair was fairly dry when she started straightening it. My hair was naturally very curly so trying to straighten it perfectly is a real pain, but it can be done. We both put on our outfits after my hair was completed. She wore a black, high-waisted skirt and a white halter crop top. Why did she own so many crop tops?

She then went about doing my makeup, which I found rather relaxing and almost fell asleep at one point. By the time she was finished, I didn't even look like the same person. My lips were dark red like my top, my eyes smoldering with dark colors, making my hazel irises pop, and my cheeks perfectly contoured and highlighted.

Becca threw her wavy hair up into a tight ponytail, putting on her own makeup as well. She looked pretty good, I must say. I'd never seen her makeup right after she applied it; I usually only catch a glimpse of it when she comes back from partying and it's smudged all over her cheeks.

"Ready?" She asked, slipping into some white, platform sneakers and she tossed me some black, bootie wedges.

I shrugged, slipping them on and following her out the door.

*

Becca's friends, Louis and Zayn joined us when we walked outside. They were two fraternity boys and they apparently knew the best places to party.

"You're twenty-one, right?" Louis asked me. I nodded sheepishly.

"Red's is having a killer party tonight," Zayn said as we began the journey down the street from our dorms.