Tell Them I Was The Warmest Place You Knew, And How You Turned Me Cold.

Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Ryleigh.

 I pull my skin-tight jeans over my legs as Gigi calls from the bathroom, "Do you think he's gonna be there tonight?"

    Scoffing, I button the jeans and sit on the edge of my bed to put on my black ankle boots. 

"He should be! Ryder doesn't miss a good house party!" I yell back.

   "Especially if there's booze!"

Her comment makes me laugh and I finish pushing my jeans into my boots, then stand up feeling 3 inches taller and 40% sexier with my choice of wardrobe. A white v-neck tee crop top with low rise tight skinnies, and black leather pump ankle boots. With a confident strut, I make my way to bathroom for my best friend Gigi's approval. Once in the doorway, I pull a comic Victoria Secret model pose against the arch. "Am I model ready?" I joke with overdramatic duck lips.

   Gigi looks away from the mirror she was using to apply her cherry red lipstick and looks at my attire. She smiles instantly and squeals. "I love it! God, I wish I had your body. Big boobs, big ass, and a flat tummy? What is your secret Leah?"

    A smile spreads across my face as I make my way over to her. Gigi has always been jealous. But not a bad jealous. Just the envy kind I guess you could say. She herself doesn't have much figure, but she still has a body that attracts the guys. The C-cup and flat tummy all mixed together with symmetrical thighs and a generous thigh gap make a lot of guys at school swoon. Still, people say it's very unusual for a 15 year old to have a body like mine. Curvy and such.

   "I don't know. I, uhhh, I dance? If that's of any importance to you."

Gigi giggles and continues applying her makeup. "Well then I guess I better get me a strip pole because I need your body. This stick figure is getting old." She turns to me suddenly, "Oh and you think those curves are bad now, wait 'til you have sex. I hear your pelvic bone expands-or something like that- and makes your hips wider to get you ready to get pregnant."

  My mouth drops open at her words. "No." I don't need bigger curves. I'm good this way.

*20 Minutes Later*

    "Are you sure we shouldn't tell your dad where you're going?" Gigi questions as we walk through the foyet, both wearing our trench coats for half hiding our party outfits, and half keeping ourselves warm.

I sneak a peek at my father's office to see him on his phone with a business call as usual.

  "Nah," I wave it off to her, "I told him yesterday that I'm staying at your house so we can study for that calculus test on Monday."

We both laugh and walk out the front door where Gigi's older sister Ronnie was waiting in her new shiny black car.

   "You ready squirts?" She calls out the window. Gigi and I whoop in response.

I sit in the back while Gigi sits with her sister upfront, mostly so she can take all the critic talk from Ronnie. The whole ride to the party she kept telling us how there are rules to a high school party for kids our age. Like,

"Drink only beer, no hard liquor."

"Don't play truth or dare because you're bound to get dared to do some dirty stuff and you two are NOT ready for that."

"Stay away from the pool. Ronnie Adkins pees in the pool at every party he goes to."

"If the cops show, you run like hell, but don't be stupid and run in plain sight where the cops can see you."