Bruises

5: a fight

I stared over myself in the mirror. It was a Friday, the night of the party. My delicate brown hair was bound into luscious curls. The twisted strands of hair fell from a braid that stuck to my head. My electric blue eyes popped; my eyelids were showered in gorgeous silver eye shadow. My eyelashes were coated multiple times to where they emerged long. Whenever I smiled, they brushed across my rosy cheeks gently. My lips were coated in a thin layer of shiny lip gloss. I had shimmied myself into a very short skirt. The black fabric flared out around the top half of my thighs. The waist of my skirt met a bandage crop top that wrapped around my torso. The thick tank top like straps tightened around my shoulders and came down to my chest, the thick fabric wrapping across my cleavage. It came down once more to cross across my flat stomach. I had thick, golden orbs pierced in my ears; black pumps with golden gems sprinkled across the material. I stood tall, Chanel (borrowed from Lyric) perfume sprayed all over my body. My nails were covered in a shimmery black color, sparkling in the artificial lighting that hung in the bathroom where Lyric and I stood. We gazed upon my now tall self in the mirror. I smiled at my reflection, pleased with what we were able to come up with. Lyric grinned and occasionally let out an excited giggle.

"Girl," she hummed in joy, "I just cannot believe how gorgeous you are!"

"Thank you," I gushed, hugging her in delight. I was purely happy, except maybe for a slim feeling of fright that woke up inside of me, reminding me every so often of its presence.

She let me go, examining me up and down once more. "I wouldn't be surprised if all the boys there just attacked you," she smirked as I rolled my eyes, blood blotting across my cheeks.

"You know that wouldn't happen," I say flatly, walking into her room to grab my phone and hand bag. My phone case was a sparkly gold. My handbag was a jet black with gold accents.

"Now c'mon you're gonna be late! Get out!" she shoos me playfully. The party started at 10:00; currently the clock on her wall read 9:45.

I shouted my final farewell to Lyric before I rushed out of her house and out to my car. I pulled out of the driveway and headed off towards Zeke Lee's house. He was a basketball player and sprinted for the track team and decently popular. Him and Ayden were close, too.

I pulled up to a large, bricked house. I was supposed to be meeting everyone here; everyone including Kat, Valerie, Natalie-Rose, Adrianne, and Zahara.

I parked out on the side of the road before I stepped out of the sleek, red car. Music thumped from the backyard, my steps thundered by the sappy beat. I could feel the rumble of laughter and shouts as my heels jabbed into the moist earth. The grass was sleek and a fresh shade of green. A couple of red plastic cups were thrown across the yard, a foggy brown liquid still sitting in some. The sight made me advert my eyes to the tall house and the couple people that lingered in the front yard, voices enticed with alcohol and their whole demeanor sick. Before I could become one of those people, Adrianne popped out of nowhere and was all of a sudden pulling me towards the backyard. She wore a raspberry pink party dress, the thin material flaring out beautifully from her waist. It was strapless and fit her figure perfectly. Her prepossessing blond hair was straightened and hung down her back. Her bright eyes, lined with thick eyeliner and heavy lashes, and shiny lips stood out from her porcelain skin.

"Hey Winter!" she shouted over the music, craning her neck to see me behind her. She was sober unlike the few people around us who danced wildly amongst the crowd. "You look gorgeous!" she turned her head back around before she continued on. She guided us towards the rest of the girls. The backyard was packed, filled with dancing and laughing high schoolers who throbbed with the music around them. Food sat on the porch along with drinks. More of the cups and now a couple of beer bottles were sprawled out across the lawn, the glass shattered and broken. Many girls were in party dresses alike her friends as well, most of the guys dressed nicer, but not too formal.