I Hate

Chapter 2: You've Never Kissed Anyone?

“Do I have to wear this?” I plead in an exasperated tone to Bella over facetime.

“Yes, you do! If you come to this party wearing anything else, you will not be let in.” Bella tells me and I sigh, looking myself over in my full length mirror that resides on my bedroom door.

I have a pair of dark wash denim jeans on, with black flats that have bows on the top. For jewelry I have some sparkly blue bangles and blue dove earrings that have gold trim. All that I’m happy and content with, the one thing that I am almost crying about is the corset-yes corset- top Bella is forcing me to wear.

It’s a deep blue base with white trim all around the top and down the sides, along with buttons on either side of the white trim, and gold buckles down the middle. I mean yeah sure, I look good. But it’s totally inappropriate.

“Well I’ve got to go, people are starting to arrive, you’ll be here at eight, right?” Bella asks, peering at her door, which I guess is where people are starting to show up.

“Yep, Patch said he’d be here at like seven fifty.” I tell her glancing at the clock which reads 7:43.

“Oh yeah Patch your ‘friend’.” I roll my eyes at Bella and hang up. Ever since Monday they’ve been making fun of me about Patch and it’s really annoying. Honestly Kade is the one that they should be worried about. Literally he never leaves me alone when we’re at school, not that I necessarily mind that much since I mean he’s nice to look at even if he is a total douche.

I check my makeup one last time, running my fingers around my lips, wiping off any nude lipstick that strayed from my lips. I check my eyeliner, very happy that my winged liner was still very in check. I re-twirl the curled strands of hair that lying on top of my chest, hiding what the corset refuses to.

I shove my phone in my back pocket, and make my way down the stairs where I run straight into my mom. She looks me over and frowns.

“Cordelia do you think that outfit is appropriate?” My mother asks, in a scolding tone, raising an eyebrow at me.

“No mom, personally I don’t, but it’s just Bella’s house and I’ll be fine.” I assure her and she sighs.

“Okay, what time will you be home by?”

“I think I’m just going to sleep there if that’s fine with you.” It’s more of a statement than a question but I still have to ask, with a pout I may add.

“Okay, but I want you home by lunch tomorrow, got that?” My mom tells me in a tone of finality.

“Okay mommy.” I tell her, as the doorbell rings. I’ve only been out with one guy (not that this is a date of course) and he never ever came to the door. He always honked his horn to tell me he was here.

I open the door, still slightly surprised that Patch actually came up to my house. “Hi.” I greet awkwardly with a small wave, as I step out of my house and onto my front porch, closing the door behind me.

“Wow, you look… wow.” Is Patch’s response causing my chest and face to heat up.

“Thanks.” I murmur barely above a whisper, as Patch leads me to his car, giving me a chance to look him over, in dark wash skinny jeans and a black button up shirt, I bet he took two minutes getting ready unlike me who took an hour and a half.

We get into the car and I put in Bella’s address into his gps. We fall into a lapse of silence for a few moments, as he just obeys his gps spitting out directions.

“So do you go to parties often?” He asks me taking a right turn.

“Not that often, no more than once a month.” I tell him. “How about you?”