ashes [m.h.] (Completed)

Chapter 4

The next two days go by quickly. Way too quickly. My normal routine of Netflix and pizza begin to tire out. In a way, I'm excited for the party tonight. For the most part I'm nervous, and want to vomit. Speaking of vomit, I think it goes without saying that I will not be participating in any drinking. I do not want to be "that girl" that gets sloppy drunk for the first time.

I walk to Music History with thoughts of the party filling my head. I walk in and Mia is there as usual. Unfortunately the boy is too. I've got to learn his name. He never talks in class, and the teacher never bothers to call him out. He must take this for a blow off class, probably not even a music major. How dare he! Without realizing it, I'm boiling angry with him and he hasn't even said one word to me.

I make it to Mia, and take my usual seat. I complement her hair as the teacher walks in. We start class shortly after he reaches his desk. The continuation of yesterday's discussion brings nothing new. I let my mind wander elsewhere until I'm brought back by painted fingernails snapping in my face.

"Hellooooooooo" Mia says

"Sorry I zoned out" I laugh lightly

"Okay," she begins to gather her things. She grabs her bag and stands next to me "to my dorm?"

I grab my bag and follow her out the door. Her room is much closer to classes, which explains her punctuality. Keys appear from her pocket and we step inside. My eyes immediately go to the posters that swallow the walls. I look all around and can't spot an inch of free space on her wall. She notices my staring.

"Yeaaa, I'm a bit of a Panic! At The Disco superfan" she laughs.

"I can see that" I tease.

"So my closet is over here," she walks towards a small door. "Choose anything you like really. Although I do have an outfit in mind..." She rummages through her clothes.

Seconds later she turns to me. A knee length, 3/4 sleeve, navy dress appears in her hands. I study the fabric, realizing it's lace.

"I think it'll look great on you" Mia states. "C'mon put it on" she encourages.

I take it from her hands and awe in its beauty. Before anything else, I give her a stern look. She takes the hint and quickly turns to face the wall.

After changing quickly I look around the small room. "Is there a mirror in here?" I ask.

"Yea it's over here" Mia turns and halts in her tracks, eyes glued to me. She stares at the dress with eyebrows raised.

"Does it look that bad?" I say gettingself conscious.

"Maggie...how do I put this? That dress was made for you" she smile

"Thanks" I say "So can I wear this to the party then? 

"Wear it?" She scoffs, "you can have it girl. Looks tens times better on you"

Mia finds herself a little black dress and I think it suits her.

I reluctantly let her do my makeup, hoping she won't lather on a truckload of mascara and eyeliner. When I finally see myself, I'm taken aback. Who is this girl? I've never seen myself like this before. I look..well..sexy!

By the time we finish getting ready, it's time to go. I offer to drive but Mia insists on taking her car. I don't argue and happily ride in the passenger seat. It isn't a long until we pull up at a big house with trash littering the lawn. It looks so crowded. We end up having to park a block down, but I don't mind. The walk gives me time to rid of my nervousness.

We reach the door and Mia waltz' right in. I try to follow suit closely behind. Loud music pounds throughout the house. We end up in the kitchen, and Mia hands me a drink. I try to hand it back but she doesn't seem to notice. I look down at the light pink liquid and ponder what to do with it. As much as I think I should stick to my promise, I'm also curious. I bring the cup to my nose. It smells like strawberries. I further bring the rim to my lips, letting a sip fall through them. The taste is a mix of fruit and alcohol, not bad at all. Without thinking I tip my head back, letting the liquid flow down my throat. I finish the cup easily and ask Mia for more. She hands me another cup with a smirk plastered on her face. I choose to ignore her and chug half of my new cup.

"Let's go dance" Mia yells over the music. She grabs my hand leading me to what I believe is the living room. Ive never really danced before but ill sure give it a try. I sway side to side with the beat. Mia doesn't waste anytime, letting her hands travel up and down her body. She dances so in sync with the music and I try to mimic. I close my eyes, letting the music and alcohol take over. I let my hips make small circles as my hands do as they please. I can't help but feel more confident than ever in this dress. Not thinking about a thing, I'm now grinding against air, letting my body go free. I feel amazing, dancing like nobody's watching. I open my eyes to see a free Mia enjoying herself as well. I whip my head from side to side, taking in all the free people having the time of their lives.

My eyes spot a figure, as still as stone among the moving bodies. His focus is completely on me as he sips from his cup. I recognize the intensity of that stare all too well. The curls falling across his face jog my memory. My dancing comes to a slow as I realize we are now staring at eachother. The air seems to be thicker and my heart is still racing from dancing. I can't move.