For Your Heart Only - Jeff Atkins

Chapter 1

       I groaned as I raided my closet, trying to find something to wear for Cat's party tonight. Tonight was the annual back to school party. Each year, one of Liberty High's popular students would host it, and it was your choice if you wanted to start your social life off right or not. Me personally, I didn't care. I was just looking for a thrill. And to much surprise I missed half of the people who I know would attend.

"Did you find anything yet" Christina asks. She lays down on my bed, and scrolls through her phone. Her blue eyes never leaving the screen.

         I sigh in defeat. "No not yet." For the fourth time, I look threw my closet, as if a new wardrobe would magically appear. "Damn I have no clothes!" The flustration in my voice is evident.

"You know you could help me." I suggest towards Christina.

  "I would help but, A. we have completely different taste in clothes, and B. every time I try to help you find something to wear, you always say "hmm, I don't know Chris." " She makes a good point.

"Because we have a completely different taste in clothes." I argue.

"Exactly." She exaggerates.

            I become aggravated, and when I become aggravated, I give up on life. " Ugh, fuck it! I'm not going to go." I'm still going to go. But I wont have fun, if I don't feel good in what I'm wearing. Plus the party started at 7:00, and it's 7:30.

"Okay, enough!" Christina climbs off my bed, and makes her way to my closet. "Renée, these are people we've known since elementary. They've seen you at your very best, and at your somewhat worst." She moves her hand in a balancing motion. "Bottom line is, they don't care. Besides, doesn't matter what you wear. Their all going to be staring at your tits anyway." We both laugh, and it takes the edge off a bit.

"That's one of the reasons why I'm worried about my outfit. I don't want people staring at my tits all the time." I let out a chuckle.

"Sorry, babe but that's not going to happen." Christina says as she sits back on my bed. "Who are you trying to look cute for anyway?" She asks.

"I'm not trying to look cute for anybody but my self." And that's truth. I never look for validation from anybody, especially when it came to what I wear. Simply looking my best brings me pleasure, and the compliments are just a bonus.

"You sure. No one in particular." Christina egged on.

"Nope." I say firmly.

"Not a Justin, or Monty, or maybe even a Bryce." She suggested. I made three facial expressions for each name she dared to speak. For Justin- ew. For Monty- no. For Bryce- Hell No!

"Ew, no, and hell no! You really went there."

" It's ten minutes to eight. Have you found anything yet. Because you gotta do your make up, and that by itself takes an hour." She begins to get as aggravated as I was.

" I think I'm just going to wear this." I lay down a snug green crop top, ripped boyfriend jeans, an a pair of white Nike's. "How are you gonna style your hair?" She asks. "I'm just going to do a wash and go." I reply.

Christina picks up my shirt, and a large smile forms across her face. "More kush less war." She reads the bold white print, like a proud parent. Then she sighs in satisfaction. "Renée Clemens, you never cease to amaze me."