What Have You Done? - Montgomery De la Cruz x Reader

{chapter twenty one}

Y/N's P.O.V

You don't know you're a ninja until you pull yourself out of bed, slick back your hair into a high pony tail, slip into a burgundy dress tight enough to asphyxiate and apply false lashes with a 10 minute time slot.

I was tossing random shit into a black hand bag when Sheri and Jeff let themselves in, using the spare key my mom always had hidden under the doormat. My parents were working late again.

Big surprise there.

Sometimes I think they forget they have child.

Picking up a tube of lipgloss I stared at myself in the mirror, cocking my head to the side. I don't know what made me decide to go to that party, I have absolutely no idea what forced me out of my little Netflix cave of comfort. I didn't need to go, I had absolutely nothing to prove to anybody or anything. But then, perhaps I did. Maybe it was the fact that I was sure Monty would be there, or Brandon while we're at it, but I just felt it was about time they both saw me in my element, at I time when I wasn't stressed or confused or bordering on a mental break down.

Granted a party when I'd just found out an old friend turned bully was back in town and my sort-of sort-of-not boyfriend left me crying in the kitchen, probably wasn't the best time to do said proving.

But oh well.

It was the thought that counted.

"Damn Y/N! You're looking fly," Sheri called from my door way, Jeff close behind her. I was sat on my bed, fastening a buckle on a pair of strappy heels. I'd regret not taking flats in a couple of hours but they just looked so pretty.

I stood up and curtsied as Jeff whistled and I erupted into a fit of giggles, grabbing Sheri's hands and spinning around in circles to my 'Getting Ready' playlist. Jeff eventually pulled us apart before the room became too much of a blur and we stumbled together to the car laughing.

Maybe tonight won't be so bad I thought to myself as I buckled up, the other two jumping into the front seats of Jeff's truck.

I let my mind wonder to when Monty drove me home that day in the rain, me snuggled under a blanket, the heater blasting, and him belting the lyrics to a Whitney Houston song until I begged him to stop.

I stopped myself before I could feel the familiar pool of disappointment begin to erupt in the pit of my stomach.

"Tonight is going to be epic Y/N I promise" Jeff winked at me through the rear view mirror "You of everybody know that Bianca's parties at the best"

They were.

"Yeah!" Sheri agreed "Everybody will be there!"

I forced myself to smile and laugh, but I gulped. Hard.

That's exactly what I'm afraid of Sheri I wanted to say.

But I didn't.

I kept my mouth shut like a good girl.

By the time we pulled up to Bianca's house the party was in full swing, the whole house practically throbbing with activity. We hopped out of Jeff's truck and were immediately greeted by a slightly tipsy Bianca, bounding her way towards us with an over enthusiastic smile on her face.

The girl was mad enough without a cup full of strong liquor, the two of them together was not usually a pleasant mix. Still, she insists that the time she stuck her head straight the canvas of her family portrait whilst attempting to twerk and do the Macarena at the same time was completed and utterly intentional.

She wasn't fooling anybody.

"Y/N! You actually came!" She practically shrieked 

"You da best" she added waving her thumbs at me.