Raining on the Bad Boy

Not my Scene

#1 draft published 11/8/16

Beatrice's POV

4 hours. Rebecca has been dragging me around this mall for 4 fvcking hours. We have managed to find a half decent outfit for tonight which will, apparently, 'have the guys drooling at my feet' according to Becca.

"Let's go to the food court" I moan as I walk away from Rebecca with my shoulders hunched forward and my aching feet dragging on the floor. She grabs me by the back of my jumper and yanks me back,
"Nope. We're going back to mine to get dolled up!" She says, her voice still sounding like a symphony even after our trek.

I groan loudly again and continue walking away from her despite her hand on my jumper.
I don't know how but Becca is like an ox and manages to pull me all the way through the mall, into the parking lot and back to her car.
"Can we have food at you house?" I say buckling my seat belt and raising an eye brow,
"Yes Beatrice. We can have food." At her reply I become like a happy little chipmunk again.

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It is now 9pm and we are just about to leave. The party started at 8:30 but Rebecca wants to be 'fashionably late'.

I am standing looking at myself in a full body mirror, admiring my best friend's handiwork.

When shopping Rebecca had asked me to pick out one thing that I liked and that she would work around that thing. When I had hesitantly showed interest in a lacey mini skirt she lost her shit and started looking through the racks like a maniac.

Now I'm wearing that same skirt, exposing the slim legs which I have rightfully earned through running countless miles. It is coupled up with a salmon pink, slouchy top and clutch. After much persuasion I also agreed to wear a pair of heels.

For my make-up, Rebecca has done my eyes in a brown smoky eye and has given my cheeks a subtle peachy blush. She has also coated my lips in a dark nude. I would, at a stretch, say that I even looked pretty. I did not allow her to touch my hair. I left it down in its messy waves, allowing it to tumble down to my waist; just in case I need to hide behind it.

I meet Becca downstairs as she buckles up her shoes. She is wearing a black jump suit and she has her blonde hair pulled into a tight, high pony tail with a black-silver smokey eye and red lips. I'm certain that she's going to get some attention tonight.

She gives a little squeak and hugs me before making her way to her car holding my hand.

Once we arrive it doesn't take long for me to feel the beat as it thrums through the ground. Louis' house is a medium size but it's detached and pretty far away from anything else: perfect for parties.

As we walk onto the front lawn there's a girl sprawled on the grass face down in a flower bed... She's gunna feel like shit on a stick in the morning. There's two people practically dry humping up against the outside wall but inside there are lights flashing, which feel like they're telling me to run back to the car.

As we step in I'm immediately self conscious. Guys look at Rebecca like she's a piece of meat but she is totally oblivious, like normal. People are grinding up against each other and bobbing up and down in the big central room where all the furniture has been removed.

All of a sudden me and Rebecca are bombarded by a heavy body engulfing us both in a bear hug. I look up with difficulty to see Louis chuckling with half-closed eyes.