“Come with us, Beth,” Grace begged, knocking a piece of caramel hair behind her ear. I shifted uneasily.
“I’m not really on good terms with my mum right now!” I stuttered. “If she found out I went to a club, I’d be grounded forever,” I shrugged uncomfortably, avoiding their eyes, which were hungrily kept on me.
“Beth, it’ll be no fun without you,” Chloe whined. She was the one in their group of friends with the longest, prettiest, shiniest blonde hair you had ever seen. Everybody was jealous of her all natural golden locks.
I hesitated, not wanting to let my closest friends down. Finally, I sighed, allowing my shoulders to relax. “You know what? If I can find a way out tonight, then sure,” I obliged. The 3 girls, Grace, Bella, and Chloe, squealed in joy.
“Great, this will be terrific,” said Bella, her heavily lined eyes focused on me. She was the only one who had ever been to a club before, being sort of the rebel outcast in our group. Chloe was the pretty girl that everybody loved, but she didn’t have the best grades.
While Bella and Chloe had their titles, Grace was more of the sporty girl. She was in all of the clubs and on all of the sports teams. Her favorite at the moment was basketball, with volleyball being a close second, though the only actual school team she was on was softball.
The 3 girls had their titles, and it’s how they were known. Everybody knew who they were. I on the other hand, had no special talents. I wasn’t stunningly beautiful, a rebel who partied every night, or a sporty girl who could play anything with her agility. I was just me.
I didn’t belong to any clubs, and I didn’t go to parties. I guess you could say I just existed. But the girls insisted that I was the reason we were all a group. I don’t know why, because most of the time I felt alone. They were the ones always getting achievements and recognition, or adoration and hundreds of boy’s hearts fluttering for you, in Chloe’s case.
The 3 girls were deep in thought, all chattering away about how much fun the club was going to be. I hoisted my backpack onto my back, feeling my shoulder muscles clench, already sore.
“I’m going to go home,” I announced to them. They barely stopped their discussion enough to shout goodbye in unison, and then I was on my way.
Trudging along the sidewalk was pretty gloomy, but I didn’t mind. It was winter and soft snowflakes fell delicately all around me. Somehow, I just couldn’t get my mind off of the club. I felt a pounding excitement bursting in my chest as Friday night approached, and when it was finally here, I felt like I could simply explode.
Chloe: Can you go?
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I slipped it out, seeing Chloe’s name light up the screen.
Beth: Yeah, when will you be here? It’s already 9.
Chloe: Come outside love!
Beth: Ok, I’ll be a moment.
I had already gotten into my clubbing outfit at 8. It was a tight black dress which hung just below my thighs, and had very thin spaghetti straps holding it all together. I had a strapless bra on. The dress made my bust look quite big, which I suppose it was at a C.
I slipped on my black kitten heels before grabbing my sparkly black clutch and climbing quickly out the window, praying that my dress wouldn’t tear as I spread my legs. My dark red hair was curled into soft ringlets, falling around my shoulders and framing my innocent, angelic looking face.
My brown eyes were highlighted by a charcoal Eyeshadow, and a ring of eyeliner around my eyes, making them pop. I rolled a tube of scarlet lipstick on, covering it with a clear gloss as I raced towards the car, dropping my lip products into my clutch and snapping it shut.
