A Game of Revenge

The Beginning

One thing I absolutely loathed was getting ready for parties. It's not that I hated getting ready, its just that going out with my friends made me feel slightly uncomfortable. All of my girlfriends were petite, platinum blonde, with great figures. I on the other hand was 5' 10'' and was curvier than most. Now I don't consider myself fat because I was far from that, I was just really curvy. I blame this on genetics. My father is Latino, and all the woman in his family are curvier and more exotic. Besides being "bigger," I have wildly curly, jet-black hair and stormy gray eyes. I didn't like them very much because they just felt too out there...

"Lenaaaa!!!" said a high-pitched scream from downstairs.

I rushed over and locked my door. I would know that voice anywhere. It was my best friend Nora, coming to drag me to that party from Hell. The rapping on my door became louder to the point that I thought the door would be broken down. "Get your ass up and open the damn door before I break it down!" Nora yelled. I never take her threats lightly because this girl is crazy, and I wouldn't put it past her to actually break down my door. I rushed over and reluctantly pulled it open.

"What do you want Nora," I whined.

"Well first off, you are coming with me to this party whether you like it or not, and secondly what the in God's name are you wearing? You realize this isn't some halloween party where you can look like dumpster trash, right?" Though that was harsh, she was mostly right. Nora was dressed in a skintight little black dress that pushed her boobs up to her neck and barely covered her ass. Her platinum blonde hair was straightened to perfection, and her makeup overly done in my opinion. I, on the other hand, was dressed in my favorite ratty sweatpants, and a worn out Spongebob T-shirt which had holes all over the bottom.

"I'm not going," I said, "and don't you ever call spongebob trash again! He is perfect just the way he is." I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her with defiance. She circled around me like I was a poor innocent lamb, and she was a lion ready to pounce. I was about to protest, but she attacked me and we both fell on the bed laughing hysterically.

"Come on Lena, you have to come with me to the party. You're my girl, and I need you with me. Come on please, please, pleeeaase," she begged.

"Nora, you know how much I hate parties. I feel so awkward and huge. Like I can't talk to anyone without feeling like a blubbering idiot."

Nora looked me dead in the eyes with a mischievous grin on her face. "I know exactly what will make you come." I was nervous to hear what she was about to say. She drew out her pause... oh fuck, this suspense was really getting to me... "Dan Westerson will be there, and I heard he's back on the market. Lena this could be your chance! You have to go!"

I think I stopped breathing. Dan Westerson was the epitome of sexiness. He had perfect blonde hair, and reached about 6 ft. He was that all-American boy and football quarterback that every girl wanted to get with, me included. I have had a crush on him ever since he moved to our school in the fourth grade. Nora was looking at me like she knew she had won this battle. I felt defeated, but if Dan would be there, I just had to go.

"Fine, you got me, I'll go," I mumbled in defeat.

"OMG yes, I knew I could convince you! Now hop in the shower and let's at least make you semi-decent," she squealed and clapped her hands together. I rolled my eyes, and walked over to my personal bathroom. As I walked into the bathroom I was curious as to how this night would unravel.

Hopefully curiosity wouldn't kill this cat.