Diana

Katie's New Friends

"Are you going to the party tonight?" Katie asks me.

"I guess," I say shyly. Ever since yesterday I feel more intimidated by Katie. I feel like I have to do everything she says to keep our friendship intact.

"Good," she says holding her head high and walking over to my closet.

"Why can't I just wear what I have on?" I say looking down at my outfit. Dark skinny jeans, a white frilly top and a light yellow cardigan.

"I'm sorry?" She says giving me her best disgusted face, "are you two? Here, put this on."

She throws over a pair of high waisted jean shorts and a black t-shirt with flowers on the front. I sigh and head to the bathroom to change and when I come back Katie has changed too. She's dressed in a short dark grey sweater dress with colourful stripes.

"Ready?" She says as she reapplies her red lipgloss.

"Sure," I say sighing.

When we get to the dorm where the party is being hosted Katie leaves me to join her new group of friends who are dressed in almost nothing. I shiver at the thought of wearing something like that. Short skirts and low cut tops the show their stomachs.

I grab a cup and go over to the sink to fill it with water. I'm not going to drink under any circumstances. I lean over on the counter and close my eyes as I take a sip. What am I doing here? Last time I came here it didn't end so well and I have a feeling that this time it won't be any better.

Someone comes up behind me and snickers. I turn around and come face to face with Jessica. I sigh.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Nothing it's just... never mind," she says smirking. I'm surprised she's majoring in design and not the performing arts because that lie is almost believable.

"Okay fine I give in! Stop pestering me!" She says even though I've said nothing. She leans in to whisper in my ear, "I see the way you follow Katie around. You're desperate for her attention but news flash loser she's one of us now and you can't ever have her back."

I lean away in shock. How dare she say that! The nerve of some people these days telling you who you can and can't be friends with and thinking they can class people by popularity. This was supposed to be different than high school. No more bullies no more snobby popular girls and no more back stabbing. But I see that I was wrong.

I look at Jessica and see a look of pride on her face and I decide to drown out that pride with a good old dose of shock and anger.

"News flash slut," I say in an acidic tone, "I don't give a shit about you and your bitchy friends." And then I pick up the cup with my water in it then throw it in her face. She screams and stumbles back and before I storm off I give her my most innocent smile.

I am so done with parties.