"Another party?" Carmen says, pulling her black skinny jeans up her thin legs. I nod, pulling the straightener over my thick hair. I pull the last strand through the clamps and I begin to put makeup on my eyes. I search for my new mascara, and succesfully find it hidden at the bottom of my makeup bag.
"This party will be fun!" I say, brushing my eyelashes with my extra volume mascara. Carmen runs across the room to me and steals my eye liner off my desk.
"It better be fun for you, when you make out with Harry." She says, in a taunting tone. I roll my eyes at her words. I am certainly not making out with Harry at the party tonight. The thought of it ignites sparks of lust in me, but I quickly covered the feeling up with the thought of him getting mad at me the other day in literature class.
"Harry and I are not making out, or anything. We are strictly friends..." I say sternly. "Besides, there's no point in trying. Harry is obviously not into me." I finish, confident with my comeback to her. With that, she rolls her eyes and annoyingly decides to continue this battle with me.
"No, he's so into you." She fires back, now sitting across from me on our single beds. "He texts you, takes you to watch the sunset, walks you to dance class... What more does this boy need to hint to show that he's into you!" she squeals.
"Simply impossible." I say, trying to prove her statement false. I begin to stop and think about her previous remark. I suppose he shows affection for me, but simply in a friendly matter. It's impossible for him to like me.. Is it? 'Yes.' I tell myself. He doesn't even know me.
"We'll see tonight." Carmen says, finishing her makeup with the eye liner she previously took. I look at myself in the mirror, pleased with what I'm wearing. I have a light purple / pink tank top, and light blue ripped jeans. I walk over to my desk and spray my Victoria's Secret spray on. I hand it over to Carmen, and she sprays it all over herself too. "Louis' here." She says, with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Why is she annoyed at Louis? I push my nosey thoughts aside as I take one last glance at myself before I head out to Louis' Forrest green jeep.
"Looking beautiful, ladies." Louis says, raking his eyes up mine and Carmen's bodies. I blush, and head shotgun for this ride. Carmen hops in the back, and moves over a few pieces of garbage from her seat.
"Yuck, it's a pig stye back here." She says rudely, disgusted by his typical college-like behaviour.
"I'm in uni, do you expect me to be fucking clen or something?" he replies dryly, and I can't help but laugh. Carmen looks insulted, and she stops talking.
"So..." Louis says, looking at me, then back to the road. "Harry's going to be here tonight." He says, with a tone of hope. Is he hoping I say something? I sit there quietly, thinking of how to respond to this statement.
"Why does it matter to me?" I ask, and Louis smiles, turning another small road on campus. It seems as though everybody is now trying to battle me with Harry.
"That's the thing... Does it?" He asks, and I can't help but think about it. If Harry is here tonight once again, we might sit together, and have our arms and fingers brush. Or, I'll see his beautiful emerald eyes shine under the September moonlight like I did last time. I blush at the thought, and Louis interupts by thoughts by saying "See? You're already blushing." and I turn my head to the window, ignoring his obvious statement.
Before I can break the now awkward silence, I realize we are now back at the boys' frat house. Music is blaring through the house and the yard, and there are people outside with red solo cups in hand. Carmen gets out of the car quickly, getting right next to me, avoiding Louis. What was up with those two? Anyways, it's none of my business.
