Cliché

Chapter 3

Lennon's P.O.V

I have been staring into this damn mirror for about two hours trying to fix my hair and assure myself myself that my makeup was the way I wanted it to be. I coated my eyelashes with black mascara a handful of times in an attempt to make them appear false and full but after the fifth or six time, I decided to give up and apply more blush. Sighing softly, I tug at my dress pulling the front down slightly to expose the mounds of my breasts more then needed, and defiantly more then for my own good. I leaned in closer to the mirror and wiped some excess lipstick off of the corner of my scarlet painted lips with my thumb and gave one last exhausted sigh. I didn't want to go to this stupid party, I would much rather stay inside tucked securely in my bed with a book in my hands and a warm cup of tea on my side. I almost gave up and called Louis pretending to be ill, but his voice was too sweet and too tempting for me to miss the opportunity. He nearly begged for me to show. He sounded almost desperate when I told him I might not make it. I was teasing of course, I'm sure he and I both knew that. I wanted him to yearn for me and need me. which he did exactly. It was odd, but I liked to think he actually cared never the less. All of the other guys just liked me because I seemed like an easy lay. I like Louis a lot and I would like to think he likes me too but then the painful realization that he doesn't fully know me always nags the back of my mind and does not allow me to continue further with him. 

I groan and take one last look into the mirror. My dress is short, and cut off about mid thigh, It clings to my body tightly and outlines every single grueling aspect of my physic. One that I despise of course, but don't care enough to hide. The bust is even tighter and the lace defiantly didn't help but it fits the appearance I am trying to make without a doubt. I run my fingers through my hair and let the loose blond curls fall down my back and over my shoulders. 

There once was a point in time where Kyle would hold me tightly in his arms and kiss my mouth and trail down to my neck. He wouldn't get very far because I would put a stop to it before it got out of hand. He never pushed me to do anything sexually and I missed that. Seemingly, that's all guys wanted from me now and frankly I'm starting to believe that's all I'm capable of giving. I loved him more then my head and heart knew how too and I imagined being with him until I drew my very last breath. I never desired to sleep with him though which is whatever you want to address it as. Whenever things got hot, his eyes would glaze over and lust made itself evident in his deep brown eyes and it never felt right to say the least.  However; he adored the mess that was Lennon Scott and I adored the whirlwind that was Kyle Easton. That is something I still don't understand fully but, life often does things like that to teach lessons. I jsut wish I knew what mine was. 

My phone buzzes to my left and the screen flashes with Louis's name. I inhale deeply in an attempt to aide my shattered heart and the wounds I just reopened. I sigh and pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I raise my voice in an attempt to sound peppy and idiotic in a sense

"Hey Lennon!" Louis's rough voice greets. "I was just checking to see if you're still coming! you are an important part of the party!"I can hear his smile through the receiver but a chill runs up my spine.

"ummm. yeah. I just finished getting ready. I should be there in a few." I gnaw at my lower lip and look at my reflection once again, stopping to rub some lipstick off of my teeth. classy. 

"cool! well I guess I will see you then beautiful" And with that, he hangs up. My heart flutters slightly and I lock my phone and tuck it in my purse. "Well Lennon, game time" I say to my reflection and smile attempting to pump myself up for the events that will pan itself out in front of me. I'm not sure how this night will end but I have a knot in my stomach that I decide to ignore for now and decipher later. I turn off the lights and shut the door to my tiny restroom and walk over to my dresser. I grab a pair of long earrings and spritz myself with some perfume that I got from Kyle last Christmas. I shutter and shake my head to suppress the heart ache and grab a pair of heels. I slide them on my feet and groan because I haven't even left and my feet already begin to ache because of the height alone. I don't care. I have to keep reminding myself that an image is an image. 

I grab my keys and walk out of my room and down to my car. Thankfully, Louis brought it back the morning after I left. Like an idiot, I left my car as well. What would I do without him? I sigh and climb into my car and put the keys into the ignition. The radio blares to life the second the car starts and I jump lightly. Laughing and shaking my head I turn it down, fully knowing that Louis did this on purpose. I smirk and drive to the fraternity. 

Trees whiz passed me as I drive down the lonely street. Everything seems so hollow and grim. The stars are beginning to show themselves scattered around the dark red and pink sky. I lose myself in the beauty and suppressed memories of laying under the beautiful canvas of a sky with Kyle and the giggles that leaked out of my mouth and his. I miss the state of innocence we built together. And the sweet nothings whispered as he pressed his lips against mine and pulled my body close to his. The way his heart beat against mine is probably the hardest to forget. I grip the steering wheel harshly as his pulse pounds through my ears. I shake my head and inhale deeply. Calm down Lennon. calm down.

I arrive at the house and park across the street, a short walk from the fraternity because if I parked any closer my car would either get stolen or pissed on by the drunken morons. I rest my head on the steering wheel and close my eyes, inhaling deeply and sit for a moment to collect myself. After a few minutes I sit up and pull the keys out of the ignition and throw them in my purse. I get out of my car and lock the door, slamming it shut. Before I leave I check myself in the window and once I decide I look okay, I stalk over to the house and attempt to build up my bravada.

Louis is sitting outside the house on a curb with a lit cigarette in his mouth. I walk over to him and sway my hips as I move. I smile and grab the cigarette from his mouth, throwing it on the floor and smashing it with the toe of my shoe. I nibble at my lip and lightly lick my lips as he looks up at me confused. "It's bad for you, and you're too hot to die young" I smirk and giggle slightly. In reality, If that damned piece of shit didn't get put out I'm afraid I would have thrown up. 

He stands up and raises his eyebrow smiling down at me. My breath hitches, not enough for him to know or acknowledge it. But enough for me to be puzzled by it. He leans in close to my face and smiles. "since when did you decide what was good and what was bad for me?" He said slowly. Inside my body is screaming at me to kiss him but I smile and tilt my head, My hair falling over my shoulders. "since forever" I smile seductively.

"Louis! do you want this here mate?!" yells a voice from inside the house. He sighs and grabs my arm, leading me inside the house, and  then yells at a handsome guy holding a keg about how he doesn't think for himself. 

I smile and turn away from the argument to take in my surroundings. The house looks like a different place since yesterday morning, statues of Greek figures are scattered around and the colors gold and white seem to be the emphasis of the decor. I lose my breath for a second when I see the beautiful chandelier hanging above my head. It's gorgeous. 

"Lennon! come here love!" Louis yells and I walk into the room I just left. 

"hmm?" I question as I walk in.

"These are the new recruits" he smirks. Standing next to him are  seven well trimmed and clean looking boys. I bite my lip and bat my eyelashes slightly. 

"Hello, I'm Lennon" I lick my lips and stick out my chest slightly. The boys all shift uncomfortably and a sense of excitement trails through my body as I gauge their reaction to me. All of them look like they are about to die except one. He's staring directly at me but he hasn't looked at my tits or my ass. He is staring directly into my eyes and a slight smile plays on his lips. My cheeks ignite and I become extremely self conscious. I tug at my dress and look down.

"Well lads! this party will be in full swing in an hour or so, so let's finish up the last minute things" Louis declares. "OH! yeah! and if you don't finish your last task with proof then this will be the last party of your college career. I can guarantee that" Louis laughs and the boys all nod their heads in agreement, all except for the one that has his gazed locked on me. I can feel his eyes on me but I refuse to look.

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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I took FOREVER to update! I promise I will update a lot more from now on! The story will take a while to take shape but thank you all so much for reading! Please share this story with anyone that would like it and please vote! It would mean so much more than I can explain! I love you all! and thank you for everything :)

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