UNFAMOUS [BOOK ONE] (A Wattpad 'Featured Story')

Ch. 17 | Sex & the City

Early Saturday afternoon, after braving the cold for over an hour just to get here, the girls and I stroll fabulously through 'The City' in Eastpark shopping centre in Shepherd's Bush, one of London's hottest commercial shopping spots next to the Stratford branch and Oxford Circus. It's an elegant architectural cluster of luxury designer brands, high street shops, restaurants, a cinema and a few special attractions that change throughout the seasons. Right now there's an ice rink in the centre of the complex; it's late November, almost December, which only means one thing –Christmas is coming. With the holidays looming every commercial avenue is geared towards it; tinsel, jingle bells, snow, lights and SALES!

After being cooped up in my room for two more weeks after my horrific act of desperation with Tyson, the ladies had taken it upon themselves to be as irritating as possible and stood outside my door banging, screaming and singing One Direction songs off key (with everything but the catchy chorus either missing or improvised...badly) for almost half an hour before I cracked the door open to tell them to shut up and then...well, all fools rush in! Carmen claimed that I was being a dirty dorm hermit that needed an immediate intervention to save me before everyone forgot who I was and I died alone in my room. She could've been a bit less dramatic about it, but then she wouldn't really be Carmen then would she? So here we are, strutting through Eastpark trying to shop away my anti-socialness, looking like a page out of a Cosmogirl Fall 2013 fashion spread.

We sip prudently at our steaming Styrofoam cups of Starbucks's latest holiday venture, spiced hot chocolate. They didn't really taste all that great but we had already forked out damn near £5 to drink one so they were getting drunk even if it killed us.

"Did anyone pick up any sugar?" Yoshi asks, smacking her lips together from the odd aftertaste. We each shake our heads peering at the offending beverage, silently wishing that we had because lord knows this bitter drink needs it, but in the spirit of 'staying in shape' we had opted not to. We each take a sip and pull faces.

"Right, LiqFest is next week and we have to look fire," Carmen grins, the thought of yet another rave making her salivate as usual. I roll my eyes; I'm really not in the mood to be social; being in Eastpark is already more than I can tolerate.

Without consulting me the girls had bought me a ticket for one of the biggest, most talked about Uni raves of our generation; LiqFest. LiqFest (short for Liquor Festival) consisted of all of the universities being transported by coach to locations outside of London where we would spend the first half of the night bar hopping our way into drunkness and the second half topping up on more alcohol and dancing it off at one of the local super clubs. I had seen photos from previous LiqFest events and it looked like a wild night. Fontaine, our designated alcoholic, was the most excited to go.

We'd been planning to go to LiqFest for weeks now, but in light of recent events I really didn't want to. It was bound to be a night that I really wanted to enjoy but would end up wishing never happened because something (or someone a.k.a he who shall not be named) was bound to upset me. I was going to protest and demand that the girls sell my ticket to someone else, but I couldn't have my girls roll up to one of the hugest events of this term without their front woman, so grudgingly, I surrendered.

"Init! Everyone's gonna be there, and after the past few weeks of an un-united front," Fontaine gave me the side-eye "we need to show up guns blazing, so they know who runs dis!" She illustrates her statement by throwing up manicured gun fingers and pouting. I roll my eyes again.

I go into hiding for a hot minute and suddenly everything comes crashing down. As irritating it is to hear Fontaine refer to our slight decline in urban society, it was true. There were a multitude of rumours flying around about us (mainly me). We'd become important enough for people to start keeping tabs on us about where we had been, who we'd been with and what we were doing with them. My life has turned into a British version of Gossip Girl -some of the things they are saying aren't even true, namely me giving Carter a blowjob as a thank you for dropping me home. As if!