Deprived.

'Who the hell are you?' Chapter Two.

“Come out of the bathroom Lennon!” Denise whined from outside the white and locked bathroom door. I felt entirely flustered over the dress she had decided on forcing me to wear as it was not me at all. It was a tight and extremely short tube dress that strapped my thighs together and sat highly up my thighs; I found it far too revealing as it was also very low cut. I opened the door to a squealing Denise who grabbed my hands and pulled me further into her bedroom.

“Look at you, Look at you!” she repeated, attempting to spin me around.

“I hate it.” I growled, tugging at the ends of the short dress in attempt to cover my light and blotchy thighs.

“It looks good Lennon” Denise reassured. I shook my head lightly before padding my feet along the floorboards in her bedroom, and tracing though her wardrobe. I defiantly wanted to look decent but this was far too much, it wasn’t me one bit; I looked like a prostitute for goodness sake. I noticed a sea green with a minty shade dress, with small sleaves, and hovered above my knees- the back was solid as was the front, the torso was tighter than the rest but it looked very elegant. I smiled to myself before pulling the dress off the coat hanger and disappearing back into the bathroom.

I attempted in pulling off the other dress which was clinging to my skin quite tightly. I eventually fell free of the body hugging dress and slipped on the elegant blue-green dress and smiled to myself in the mirror; it was beautiful. Before I could continue my observation on the dress the white door was pulled open.

“Tell me you’re not wearing that thing?” Denise huffed, causing me to roll my eyes.

“I think it’s Lovely, I don’t look half naked.” I ran my hands down the front of the dress to eliminate any creases and gazed in the mirror once more.

“It’s a party not a freaking family gathering Len” she pulled my front to face her and raked her eyes down the dress.

“I don’t care, I think its pretty and I feel comfortable.” I snapped before turning and facing the mirror once more and began brushing my hair with the steel brush on the sink top.

Denise snickered before parading around the bedroom with her extremely short dress on, it was much like the one I was wearing moments are but slightly shorter and red with black fishnet stockings underneath it. I wish I had the confidence to be like Denise but I also didn’t want to be groped and perved on by people whom I didn’t know. I spent the rest of my time doing my hair; in which I straightened and pinned small sections back with bobby pins and put a small amount of makeup on. Denise was busy fake-tanning and piling makeup upon her already beautiful face; I didn’t understand why she did this to herself as she is much prettier natural.

“Are you ready?” Denise’s voice interrupted my thoughts as I nodded lightly. As nervous as I was I was sure I could survive one night, I use to do this every night.

Denise locked her apartment door behind us as her heels thumped down the corridor; and my small white flats followed after. I constantly was checking the time as we stood in the elevator and Denise constantly reassured me. we walked through the lobby and I noticed the doorman taking a gaze at Denise’s appearance, a small smirk on his face; I couldn’t help but shoot him and dirty look and follow after her.

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Denise’s car stopped out the front of a large white building, white people inside and out. This house was huge and I knew straight away it was Louis frat house; my stomach dropped slightly as my eyes scanned over the drunken bodies outside the house. “Are you coming?” Denise snapped, pulling my door open and instructing me to get out.

We walked through the front and the house was full of people. Bodies were swaying as the loud and piercing music thumped through the house, I saw a few people whom I recognised from my collage and a few of my classes but none of which bothered saying hi or waving so I took barely any notice and Denise led me through the house gripping my wrist tightly so I couldn’t escape. “Denise!” a tall black haired boy with dark brown eyes greeted, he hugged her lightly before introducing his girlfriend to her who’s name was Claudia; who shook her hand lightly before turning to me.