Look What The Cat Dragged In

Chapter 7

Chapter 7
For the rest of the week, all throughout Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, Rebecca's email was stuck in the front of my mind. Why? Why was I on the list? Why did we need to be taught to have a good time? I don't trust Rebecca. So I'm not going.

"Nope, that's my final decision," I told my two best friends, Hannah and Rose.

"Brook, think about what you just said," Hannah said. "We're, for once in our pitiful lives are not on 'The List'. Not. Did you hear me? I said not."

"Yeah, and that's my point dumbass," I said rolling my eyes, "We're not on the list, meaning Rebecca's got to be up to something. C'mon, you seriously think she's just being nice? And 'need to be taught how to have a good time, you guys think that doesn't sound fishy?"

Rose, who had been quiet up until now, finally spoke up, "I can see where you're coming from Brookie, but it's the first, and perhaps last time we're going to be invited. C'mon, let's just do it once.

Rose has this really good puppy dog eyes impression that ALWAYS works on me. Once she pulled them out, there was no going back. And right on cue, she pulled the face. God dammit I hated that girl sometimes.

"Fine..." I said after a while, "but if anything fishy happens, at all, I'm leaving. You don't have to come, but remember, I'll be the one driving. So you won't have a lift home."

"Yeah, we know," Hannah said, a big smile plastered on her face, "I promise you we'll leave STRAIGHT away if anything happens." She emphasised the word, straight.

And that's the story of how my friends finally convinced me to go to the snobbiest, bitchiest girls bonfire party the day before it was occurring. Tada. And the award goes to....

*drum roll please and thank you*

Yeah, it's not me. I don't even know what the award is for? Worst story? Shortest story? Annoying friends? Who knows? Only Neil Armstrong I reckon.

Going to Rebecca's party tonight meant there was no more girls night, but us three still spent the rest Saturday day together. Maybe Ms Roberts would let us stay the night, at Hannah's place later on? I'm sure we wouldn't be a problem.

Firsts things first, we need to pick what we're wearing for her party tonight. It's a big bonfire, so I don't want to wear something that covers up a lot of skin. But also something that's not revealing.

I'm not like most girls I know, who have about six outfits for every day of the week. In total, I maybe have four or five. Plus a few odd shirts or jeans lying around.....somewhere. I'm good at losing things. Especially clothes. Oh and don't get me started on when Rose borrows my clothes. If you didn't notice, i just rolled my eyes.

I check the weather forecast for tomorrow evening and it's supposed to be pretty chilly, but with the intense heat from the fire, I don't think we're going to be cold.

I settle on a simple pair of blue ripped jeans that fit my figure perfectly, following the curve of my legs. A nice white, flowery shirt, that sits just off my shoulders finishes the look. And just incase I got that little bit chilly, I have a black denim jacket too.

I step out of my room and into the waiting eyes of my friends. People say that when someone looks at something they love, their pupils expand by 40%. Now I'm not sure if that's true, but by the look on Hannah's face, it may just be.

Hannah stared at me, with her jaw hitting the floor, "Girl, you look drop dead gorgeous! I love your outfit!"

I let out a cheeky smile. I could tell Hannah wasn't lying about my outfit. "You're too sweet Han. Now go in there and find something."

She had all of my clothes to try, plus a little suitcase of her best clothing she brings everytime they're at my house. Rose is pretty much the same.

Ten minutes later Hannah walked slowly out of my room. I could feel my eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. You know the scene in The Mask, when Jim Carrey's character turns into a dog and doses the wolf whistle, eye popping thing? Yeah I'm pretty sure I did that.

She spun slowly in a circle, her dress waving around her. She was wearing one of the many dresses that were tucked away in her suitcase. It was a nice pastel yellow colour, crossing at her shoulders, leaving a big open space in the middle of her back. It fell down to just past her knees. She had a simple jacket slung over her shoulder, and a pair of white flats attached to her feet.

Now it was Roses turn. "Go get em girl," I said as she jumped off the couch and into the 'dressing room' formally known as my bedroom. Rose is picky when it comes to clothes, and she's known to have a bad sense of style. That was before she met me anyway.

Almost half an hour passed before she stepped back into the 'waiting room' or the hallway. Both Hannah and I looked at her, then each other and burst out laughing. Rose looked down at herself and said, "What? I think I look pretty snazzy!"

She was wearing a pair of my baggiest sweatpants, and a massive black hoodie with the words, "love yourself" on it. I told you she had no sense of style. Apparently being with me does nothing to her.

"Girl, you look like an out of date bogan," I teased, even though I have nothing against bogans. "Go get some real clothes on!"

I knew Rose was only messing about with us with her outfit, she has a weird sense of humour. I'm almost positive that Rose has her proper outfit laid out on the bed, waiting for her to get back. That's why she took so right. And now I can say my almost positive is correct.

In less that two minutes, Rose has walked back out through my room and into the hallway. I think I felt my jaw hit the ground with a thud, like an actual thud. I had fallen off the couch I was sitting on, looking up at Rose. I rested my chin on my hand, and said.

"Hello, ladies!"

Both girls laughed, and Hannah helped me up. My sense of humour was weird. I looked back at Rose and finally took in what she was wearing. She had on a pair of black designer jeans, with a army camp tank top, and a dark blue leather jacket. With the addition of her glasses, she looked like a smoking hot nerd.

I looked down at my outfit and sighed, "I wish I could pull that off." Of course I was only joking, knowing for a fake I could if I wanted to.

"Don't say that Brookey!" Hannah exclaimed, falling into my trap, "you'd definitely be able to pull that off! Without a doubt!" Hannah looked at Rose, asking for some back up with her eyes.

Rose shrugged, "I don't think you would, I mean you don't have this body after all." She ran her hands down the length of her body. Which resulted in a slap across the head from Hannah and a fierce shhh.

I let out a laugh. "I would NOT want a body like that! Scare away all the boys," I teased.

Rose looked at me in mock disgust," You. Did. Not. Just. Say. That."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, I did."

Hannah looked at us in confusion. "Whatever, let's just go already the party starts at 8 and we're already running late. C'mon lets go."

I walk the girls out of the house, yelling mum a goodbye as I shut and lock the front door. We piled into my Mustang and I start the car. "Seat belts on." And away we go.

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