Confident

23- Party

Super long chapter... People who have read Shy, you know what's going to happen ;)

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Brooklyn's Saturday was pretty unproductive. Her main dilemma was figuring out what she should wear to the party.

"Pink, red, black, blue... I don't know what to choose!" She cried, making her uncle who was walking past stop and poke his head into Brooklyn's room.

"Is everything alright?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," Brooklyn smiled. "I just don't know what to wear."

"And that's my cue to leave," he chuckled. "I'll go grab Lisa."

"Thanks," Brooklyn laughed and crossed her arms over her chest, frowning at the dresses hanging up on her wardrobe.

"I hear you have a clothing problem," Lisa said, walking into Brooklyn's room.

"Help," Brooklyn whined. "I want to look classy, not slutty, but not like an old woman with no fashion sense."

Lisa blinked. "Right." Lisa studied the dresses for a few moments before pointing. "That one."

Brooklyn frowned and picked up the dress before smiling at her aunt. "You're a lifesaver."

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Half an hour Brooklyn was standing in front of Sasha's house. "Thanks, Lisa," she said and hugged her aunt through the car window.

"No problem, have a good time," Lisa smiled. "And don't get too drunk!"

"Can't make any promises," Brooklyn grinned and walked up to Sasha's house. The door was opened immediately by Alice who was holding a tray of shots.

"Shot on entry!" Alice exclaimed. "It's the rules."

Brooklyn glanced back at her aunt who chuckled and drove off. "Rules are rules," Brooklyn shrugged and picked up the little shot glass and threw her head back, letting the liquid burn her throat. "Was that pure vodka?"

"We're staring off easy," Alice grinned. "We can't get too drunk before we're even dressed. Come on, now get inside!"

Brooklyn laughed and Alice guided Brooklyn through Sasha's house and up to her bedroom.

"Ah, last but not least!" Sasha called. "Dump your shit by the bed, and have another shot, girl!"

"I have a feeling tonight is going to be messy," Brooklyn chuckled and placed her bags on the ground.

"What else would you expect from these two?" Violet laughed and pointed to Sasha and Alice.

"Shut up and drink," Sasha said and handed Violet a shot. "And you, Miss I Secretly Love Harry But I Won't Admit It."

"I am not in love with him!" Brooklyn gasped as Sasha handed her a shot with a smirk.

"Bottoms up," Alice shrugged.

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"Does it hurt?" Violet asked as she sat Brooklyn down in a chair that was surrounded by tables of makeup. Violet had done the other girls makeup and was now doing Brooklyn's.

"A little," Brooklyn said as Violet stared at her bruise.

"I'll try and be careful," Violet said as she selected a cream from the table.

"I'm glad you're doing this and not me, you're swaying slightly in my eyes," Brooklyn admitted and laughed. "Those shots may have gone to my head."