I'm Not Easy...

Chapter 2 - Reasons to stay home and study...

Hey,

So I know that it's been a while since I updated but I'm trying to make the chapters reasonably long. For each chapter it takes quite a while to write because I'm not in college or university yet so I have to really think about what it is like and also do some research on it. I have also been really busy at home. It was recently school holidays and I spent it cleaning out a house where there wasn't any internet. So once again I'm sorry but you will just have to bare with me.

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Chapter 2 – A good reason to stay home and study instead of going out and partying…

As Lisa walked in she started smiling ridiculously big. I eyed her and the large bags she carried with her suspiciously. She didn’t normally bring so much stuff, but for some reason she seemed to be making an immense amount of effort for this party. She was up to something and I was going to try and find out what.

“So what’s in all the bags Lisa?” I asked innocently, cocking my head to the side slightly and making my eyes a little wider.

She smirked back, “You’ll see soon… maybe.”

By now she had me itching with curiosity, but I knew that the only way would find out was to hurry up and start getting ready. So I quickly walked over to my wardrobe to grab out the outfit I had picked out for tonight.

“What do you think?” I said swirling around in a circle holding the outfit against my body.

She looked at it thoughtfully for a moment and then shook her head. “Nope that’s no good.” Then she quickly turned to one of her many bags that she had brought with her tonight. She pulled out a beautiful deep burgundy dress, “I think that this is the one.” She smiled at me.

I eyed her and looked at the dress. I quickly snatched it up and ran to the bathroom to try it on and see how it looked on me. I had to admit though it did suit me. It was tight and clingy to my torso and started to become looser and a little wavy, stopping mid-thigh. I stepped out the bathroom to show her.

“Oh my god!” She gaped. “You look gorgeous Stace, and I haven’t even done your hair and make-up.”

“Aww, thank-you.” I giggled. “Are you sure I can wear this though? It’s so pretty.”

“Yes! Absolutely, I am. You look amazing chicky!”

“Ok thanks,” I grinned. “So what are you wearing?” I sat down as she started digging through one of the other bags looking for an outfit and then she pulled out about four different sets out clothes that she couldn’t decide on and set them out, and then modeled them for me so I could help her decide. We started a pro’s and con’s list on the different outfits. We finally decided on a cute little royal blue dress that clung to her curves in all the right places. It came to just above mid-thigh and was strapless. Once we picked out our outfits, we set about doing each other make-up and then hair. My hair was straightened flawlessly reaching just past my shoulder blades, with a small braid down the right side just to keep the hair out my eyes. It really showed the natural blonde highlights that streaked through my hair (Lisa was really talented). Lisa’s dark locks were curled to perfection in loose, loopy, natural curls cascading down her back, that were held out of her eyes with just a couple of bobby pins clipping it back slightly on each side she looked stunning.

It was 9:05pm when we were finally done getting prepared for the party. We both looked absolutely spectacular as we made our way towards the blaring, loud music and drunken yelling and singing. Although I wasn’t a big fan of parties I was always taken back by how well they were organized and planned out. This one was in one of the male common rooms down stairs in one of the dorms on the western side of the campus. All the furniture had been pushed to the side and the kitchen area had coolers lined up along one of the walls, and they were all full of different kinds of drinks (Cruisers, beer, pre-mixed spirits in cans and just some plain soda cans). Outside on the lawn there were red solo cups scattered everywhere and a few drunks had already passed out. There was an amazing sound system set up and someone had organized a DJ, whom was playing some pretty sick tunes. The atmosphere was brilliant. Everyone was dancing or bopping to the music as they stood and talked to each other. Lisa went to get us some drinks and left me standing in a corner by myself for a few minutes. I’m pretty sure I looked like a total loner. Suddenly I felt eyes watching me, so I looked up around me for who I was. Only I couldn’t see anyone looking at me let alone in my direction, however I could see a lot of girls beginning to gather around something, or somebody. As I looked towards what they were all getting excited about I realized that is was definitely a ‘someone’. Jace… Jace Adams. And those eyes that I felt on me? Yep, that’s right. They were his eyes. I blushed as I met his eyes and started towards the kitchen trying to get away and wondering what was taking Lisa so long, but just as she came into my line of sight I felt someone grab my wrist and turn me around.  I gasped not sure who it was but then I looked up and saw it was only Kyle. Kyle was my best ‘guy friend’. Unlike Lisa and I who had only known each other for a short amount of time, Kyle and I went to high school together. He was my bestie all through high school and when we came to college Lisa just fit in with us and we became a little trio. Oh, and one little thing? Kyle was a major flirt… With boys. Yep, that’s right Kyle is my gay best friend.

“Oh, hey Kyle!” I said recomposing myself before he noticed – it didn’t work.

He frowned, “What’s up with you?”

“What? Nothing, you just surprised me is all.” I brushed off.

His frown deepened, “Ok.”

I sighed grateful that he left it be for now. He grabbed my hand and swept me off onto the dance floor where we danced happily for about twenty minutes before Lisa came and found us. She dragged us off the dance floor to meet a guy and I saw Kyles eyes sweep over his body and giggled a little to myself.

I think that Lisa must have seen it too because she glared at him playfully, “don’t touchy touchy, Kyle! This one’s mine and he do not like guys like that!” she snickered.

“I wasn’t even going to try honey…” he murmured as redness crept up his cheek until he was blushing from embarrassment.

I smiled at their playfulness and glanced around the room when my eyes once again met with his. I couldn’t move and all of a sudden my world just stopped and only for a second, nothing else mattered except me and him. And then I snapped out of it.

As the party got later more people were getting drunk and louder. Lisa and I were dancing together when some guy came and slipped into Lisa’s spot and started dancing with me. I hadn’t had much to drink, but I was on a slight buzz so I let it slide as he placed his hands on my hips a little roughly and started to pull me closer towards him so that I was sort of grinding against him a little. Then he started directing us towards the outer of the room so I followed assuming that he wanted to talk. We walked over to the kitchen to grab a drink, but instead of stopping in the kitchen he kept on going down a hall way while dragging me along with him. We stopped just as we rounded a corner and he pressed his body up against me with a little too much force and grunted. I xould smell the alcohol on his breath and it totally reeked! I tried to push him away gently but he wouldn’t budge in the slightest, so I shoved him harder. His faced twisted into an ugly anger as he stumbled back slightly and then he thrust himself upon me harder. My eyes started watering as he held me against the wall by my throat with his left forearm while his hand started travelling down my body closer to the bottom of my dress. I let out a strangled scream and wished I hadn’t been stupid enough to drink tonight. As his hand made its way slowly up my dress tears spilled down my face.

“Shut up and stop crying,” he grumbled in a low growl.

His hand was at the top of my thigh now – I was really regretting not doing those defense classes that Lisa wanted me to go to, with her. I tried to struggle again but this guy was really strong and I was a petite little thing. He held me easily and I ended up just shimmering my dress up higher. Great… NOT!

The party music seemed to just keep getting louder and I knew no-one would hear me if I screamed, but I tried anyway. My plea for help was cut short abruptly due to his hand lashing out towards my face. FU*K!! I’m sure there is going to be a mark there later.

“Wow.” He stated, “You’re such a pretty little thing, I don’t know how I’ve never noticed you around here before.” He seemed to actually be thinking about it… I couldn’t even think how long I’d been stuck here with him, it felt like hours but in reality I think it had only been a few minutes – if that. He forgot what he was saying and thinking about all of a sudden and ‘got back’ to what he was doing. He started to try and shove his hands up my dress roughly and I cried out in pain.

I closed my eyes tight and waited for it to be over. Hoping it would be quick. Tears silently leaked out my eyes and slid gently down my cheek. My innocence was about to be lost…

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