Wrapped Up In A Neat Little Bow

Perspectives

I walk with fast-paced steps, my head trained on the ground, as I head toward the party of a somewhat stranger. I feel hesitant whilst walking and stop around three times to untie and tie my shoes trying to stall for time and thinking of a way to make a run for it. The only reason I had agreed to going, was because of a persistent R.A that had marked me as an introvert when I first walked through the doors, and had not stopped bugging me about getting a new girlfriend.

I had ended up telling Meg about my sexuality after she had a forced intervention when I was arguing with my parents on the phone. I was very, very embarrassed afterwards, but she was very sincere and kind about setting me up with someone, and I felt like it I would be a jerk if I didn't accept her invitation. So here I am, planning an escape, right after saying yes.

I stopped walking and turned my head slightly. It was too late to run I was already there.

I looked down self consciously at my sundress speckled with exotic looking red lilies. I felt that perhaps it was bit strange for a party, maybe too dressy? I considered leaving and going to change my clothes, and if I came back and the party was already over, then... I promptly shook my head and decided that would be rude to Meg.

I climbed the stairs, my apprehension rising with my body. I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I had thought it over before coming, and I knew that I would be nervous, but this was raw fear, unlike anything I had experienced before.

I was at the door, this would probably be my last chance to make a clean getaway, but instead of running I rang the doorbell next to the broad, dark ,wooden door.

A sparkling Meg opened the door within seconds. Her smile seemed to take up most of the room in the doorway and crowded the space between us. "I'm so glad that you came Ava." Meg guided me through the door and the crowd to a somewhat secluded section, in the corner of the kitchen.

"Who's house is this even?" I asked looking at a herd of boys attempting to lift three girls piled into the center of a tablecloth into the air."And is that some kind of sacred ritual," I ask pointing to the aforementioned group.

Meg chuckled slightly and shook her head. "No, no don't worry about that. Anyways I've found someone who I think is your type. No go on, they're waiting out on the patio."

"She's here already?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah here I'll show you," Meg dragged me excitedly to the sliding doors, but stopped short by coffee table. "Now here's the thing though, Ava, I don't know her sexualitly, but she's exactly your type, so... Maybe it'll work out." Meg offered, her voice rising slightly at the end.

I laughed awkwardly feeling as if this was all a bad joke. How was this going to work!?

"I'll go and talk to her, Meg, maybe you're right and it really will work out..." I sighed and offered her a weak smile, "I'll go and talk to her." I said sounding like a general going to fight his last battle.

I pushed through the crowd and opened the sliding door, while Meg's words found their way to me as I stepped through, "She's by the pool. You can't miss her she's wearing a white jacket over a green bathing suit!"

I looked over at the pool, and I spotted her. My breath caught in my throat suddenly, and my eyes filled with emotion, though not of happiness, but of a deep, deep bitterness, much thicker than the pool that she was using to cool off her lime green polished toes.

I stumbled forward, my hair jumping in my face, covering the look of pure pain on my freckled face.

She looked up at my from her spot in the pool, and at first as if it were a passing cloud in the sky a look of longing passed her face, but as she took in my features it soon disappeared and was replaced by a look of un-altering ferocious hate covered all of her features, even the nose that I used to contemplate if it was the center of the universe.