Fake It 'Til You Make It

|05| The Party

I glared at myself in the mirror, my makeup fully done and hair falling in loose curls. A violet- sequined dress hugged my frame, showing off any "curves" or other features that boys were attracted to. It ended right above my knee cap and sported thin straps.

In order to play the part, I had to look the part. Not to lie, I was digging it. After all, I used to wear similar outfits to parties of the past. 

It was kind of me and it kind of wasn't. I used to love the party scene, yet I never was a popular girl. I was just some girl that liked to get drunk sometimes. That didn't mean people paid me any kind outside of parties, save a few minor ones or ones that ultimately left me.

Looking in my dull eyes, I didn't see the girl I once knew. I didn't see the girl racked with confidence. I saw someone shattered, who lost all her remaining friends after she was caught drinking underage.

Then, I plastered a smile onto my blueberry lips. There, I thought. That's what was missing. I looked as amazing as ever.  I sauntered out of the room, blocking out any anxiety I felt.

I was met by an enthusiastic Carson, a phone held to his ear and Vienna rolling her eyes. She offered me a swift smile and turned to walk down the stairs. I wordlessly followed the twins, only turning around when I heard Lydia's cry.

"Wait up! I'm ready!" She shrieked, storming after us and swiftly passing me down the stairs.

"Oh yay, it didn't take you fifty years today," Vienna smarted beside me.

I sighed as we exited the house. The humid hair greeted me like a whack in the face, perspiration already gathering at the base of my neck. Nonetheless, we walked towards Lydia's car, as she screamed (literally) when anyone suggested anything but what she wanted. People like her made my blood boil, but I said nothing.  I barely even knew this girl, so I wasn't going to yell at her.

The only reason we could get away with going to the party was the fact that Melanie and my father were going out to dinner. Good riddance, 'father'. Actually, another reason I wanted to attend the party was because I would be spared the pain of 'talking' with my father.

Once we were buckled into Lydia's vehicle, I prepared myself for possible doom. My hands clutched at the seat as she speed backwards at full speed, causing my stomach to lurch in a very uncomfortable way.

Vienna turned to me, her own expression a grimace. Her hair rested upon her head in a flattering bun, highlights mixing with blonde. She wore all out makeup though slightly less than myself, and had exchanged her other nosering for a diamond-studded one. Her makeup kept with her 'dark and mysterious' them, her lipstick a deep purple and her smokey eye complimentary.

My grip tightened on my seat as Lydia speed through a bright red light, took a sharp right turn, and sloppily parked. Glancing out my window, I noticed polished sand and gleaming water waving its greeting. I sighed in relief as I exited the car, glad to be done with Lydia's driving for a while.

My eyebrows furrowed as my flats sunk into the soft sand. I thought we were going to an actual party, not a bonfire. Then, as I turned my head slightly, I noticed a huge mansion sitting in front of the water. Grinning and suddenly overwhelmed with excitement, I all but bolted after Vienna and towards the door.

"You better not make us look like losers," Lydia spoke calmly, directing the order at me. Her demeanor was relaxed and her voice held no hint of malice or threat, the direct opposite of what her words indicated. Nonetheless, I brushed her off. Although her attitude bothered me, I pretended it didn't, and that I was so confident in myself that her words didn't matter.

Carson swung open the front door, barging ahead of us girls. In a split second, he was lost in a sea of dressed-up girls and laughing guys. Lydia was also no where to be seen. That figured.