Damaged Goods

Chapter Two

It's been three days and I haven't seen any signs of the Dan dude, phew. I honestly can't stand that prick. who the frick does he think he is? Barack O fucking bama. making sexual innuendos like he actually owns me, shitty move right there.

Right now i have a half an hour break before my next class, which is health, yuck, so I am just chilling like the cool person I am in a coffee shop (Starbucks) 5 minutes away from campus. As I sip on my mocha Frappuccino - my favourite - I hear rustling behind me.

"er e-excuse me?" confused, I turn around noticing a slim brunette girl looking at me, "yes?" she hesitates before replying, "there's a party on tonight, want to come?" I don't even think before I reply with a yes and get the address and time 7:30. Great, my last class finishes at five I'll have a good few hours to get ready.

I finish my drink before stepping out into the cool air and walking back to class, pretty excited for tonight. I mean I go to several parties on a weekly basis, but it never gets normal like I always have that buzz of excitement in my stomach that lets me know I'll have fun tonight.

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Once I'm home I shovel through my pretty full double wardrobe, attempting but failing to find a cute outfit for tonight.

Honestly, without sounding stereotypical or sexist, I am such a girl! Well, if I'm honest I can say that because I am a girl. Reasons for me saying such a 'shocking, stereotypical, sexist' thing is for 1: It takes me nearly 45 minutes just to get changed do my hair and simple makeup; for two I am hardly ever fully satisfied with an outfit that I wear except if it's a special occasion and I actually work hard on finding one and finally two I just get overly girly and dramatic on situations like this.

I end up trawling al the way through my wardrobe finding nothing that I like. Frustrated, I fling some clothes out on the floor and sit leaning up against the piece of no-help-stupid wood that's been made into a wardrobe. 

From the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a black thin material that's laying sprawled out on the floor. Not realising I haven't actually seen this one yet I pick it up to place neatly back into my now messy wardrobe.

As I pick it up I see the sheer material that covers the shoulders and goes right down through the middle of your cleavage area and down the sleeves. Oh my gosh! I haven't even noticed this one! It's so pretty, it's quite short, yes, but it's my style and accentuates all the right places *plays Meghan Trainer all the right junk in all the right places*. This is defiantly the dress.

I go for a shower before sliding on the dress and starting on my makeup. What I don't understand is how people do their makeup and THEN there dress? Like won't your makeup leave a small or large stain on your outfit? Knowing me if I did my makeup and then put on a black dress once I had gotten it on there would be a nice orange looking pattern covering a large amount of area.

30 minutes have passed before I am finally finished with my makeup look. So, I messily place my Urban Decay All Nighter Make-Up Setting Spray, perfect for such an occasion as this.

I then slide my feet in black wedges that fit perfectly with my outfit and makeup look. Walking over to my mirror I'm pleased, no scratch that I'm freaking hyped over my make up skills. I have winged eyeliner that could cut a bitch, eyeshadow that rocks ass and dark red/cranberry matte lips that if I say so myself are fuckin flawless. My hair finishes the whole look with straight hair that's been slightly curled to be slightly wavy.