Just Breathe

It's All For Looks

My sister leaves right after I graduate. She got into her summer camp for free. Apparently they liked that she played her own music, and thought outside the box.

Prom was soon and then graduation. No seriously, prom was in two hours. I had just taken a shower, and was currently procrastinating...big time. The only thing I actually got done was putting on lavender lotion, and putting on black underwear, and a strapless black bra.

Finally I got up and started getting ready. I had gotten my hair done in loose waves and a with the sides clipped back. My makeup was "airy" yet darker. I wore a burgundy lipstick, filled in my eyebrows, and my eyelids were colored with a lighter black eyeshadow, faded into burgundy, with a winged eyeliner, and my eyelashes had black mascara on them.

As I slipped on my black heels, and grabbed my phone and purse, I heard a knock at my front door.  It was my date. This guy named Justin had asked me out. I couldn't deny him either. I mean he was really attractive. He had black styled hair, olive skin and chocolate eyes. He was one of the best soccer players at school.

Hearing his voice caught my attention. "Damn Erea, you look-gorgeous."

"Thanks." I smiled, blushing a bit. I was wearing a two-piece prom dress. The top was lace with silky fabric beneath and black with off shoulder straps. The skirt was floor length and flowy, made of a silky fabric, and a dark burgundy. Their was a small line of my skin showing between the skirt and the top. "You look really good too."

He wore a simple tux, but still managed to look really good.

                             •••

Wyatt was there with his date, Isabelle. They looked really good together too. I mean Isabelle is basically a Grecian goddess, with her long black hair, and Greek features. Plus she wore this long red dress and Wyatt wore a sleek basic suit with a slim black tie and for once he styled his hair, in a David Beckham sort of look.

But I couldn't be jealous. Not tonight anyway. I was with Justin and Wyatt was with Isabelle. Wyatt and I promised each other that we would have at least one slow dance together, but at this rate I don't think the dance would happen.

I mean Isabelle and Wyatt were devouring each other's faces, and Justin's left hand was firmly placed on my waist as we walked.

"Hey do you want something to drink?" Justin asked me.

"No I'm good."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positively sure."

"Alright, well I'm gonna go get something to drink."

"Okay."

"Stay here."

What the hell am I, a dog? I think not. "I will."

God, why did I even come here with him. He's so freaking bland. Wait he's blander than bland.

It had to be at least ten minutes before he came back.

"Sweetheart, let's go dance." He slurred.

Great now I get to dance with a drunk guy. "Fine. Only because I feel bad that you have the need to get drunk, and I'm not wasting the sixty-five dollars I spent on my ticket."

"Huh? Did you say something?" Great he didn't even pay attention.

I huff out, "No. Let's just go."

•••

Two hours later, Justin had sobered up, and we were now on our way to go to a nearby lake for a bonfire. Only a few of us were going: Wyatt, Isabelle, a close friend named Emily and her date Jack, and Justin's best friend Tyler and his girlfriend Paris.