Blue (The Spectrum Series: #3)

Chapter Four

I'm thankful to be back in my dorm room; I have privacy to curse at myself without looking insane. But not as insane as falling for that poisonous boy's obvious attempt at riling me up for his amusement. I saw the way his eyes gleamed and his smile widened, just enough to make it known how sadistic he is.

Why is Riley and Finn friends with him, again...?

I jump in surprise when I hear the door slam. I look up to find Riley walking over to me, her eyes wide and her mouth twisted in a shocked smile. "You do know you just fell into a trap just now, right?" she says, and I nod solemnly.

"Is it too late to back down?" I groan into my hands.

She pulls my hands away, laughing. "Calm down, he just likes to mess with people. You're no one special," she says, and I cringe a bit. "No offence." She drops my hands and puts hers on her hips, shrugging as she adds, "You shouldn't feel special in Blue's eyes. The guy's a real piece of work. Trust me." Her eyes roll theatrically and her shoulders shudder in contempt.

"Then why are you friends with him?" I ask her. I don't want to judge him without actually knowing him, but he is such a rude person, it boggles my mind how he has friends like Riley and Finn. They are way too friendly to associate themselves with him. Maybe he's holding them hostage and they need a new person to free them from his malicious hold. I search her eyes for a silent plea and feel like an idiot when she just shrugs and answers me.

"He's Finn's roommate, and he can be a fun guy when he isn't terrorizing small villages and my new roommates," she jokes.

He'd be the last person I'd assume could be the life of a party, based on the few interactions I've had with him so far, both of which he threw a snide comment at me. He's infuriating, so much so that my hands are shaking in my lap from anger. I don't even want to go to the party, he just egged me on with that insufferable smug face of his. Maybe I can come up with some sort of excuse, like I suddenly feel deathly ill. But another side of me wants to desperately prove him wrong.

"Lily," Riley calls my name, pulling me from my raging thoughts.

"Yes?" I say, blinking rapidly to make it seem like I wasn't thinking about the vulgar boy.

"I was asking if you'd help me pick out what I'm going to wear to the party," she says. I tell her I'll help, even though every dress she picks out makes me cringe and shake my head until my brain hurts. She laughs at my disliking her incredibly inappropriate dresses. Each one of them is tiny and bold colors. They say a lot about her personality. Confident. Out there. Daring.

That's why the vibrant orange dress with its sides ripped out she yanks out and chooses makes my jaw drop to the ground. As she slips it on, it instantly clings to her petite body and shows off her caramel skin between the deep cut stopping a few inches above her butt in the back, and on the sides. The dress barely reaches her thick thighs, and she keeps fiddling with the top, revealing as much cleavage as possible whilst complaining about her flat-chest. She yanks the top of the dress down and turns to the closet. I feel my cheeks grow in heat as she unclips her bra and exchanges it for another. She doesn't complain about her chest anymore as she admires her push-up bra underneath the thin material of the dress. The heels she slips on with ease give her average height an extra four inches.

"How do I look?" she asks, her chest bouncing as she faces me.

Like a frisky ball of sunshine.

"Very pretty," I tell her.

"Thanks!" She claps her hands, satisfied with my not-so-honest answer. "Now, what are you going to wear? The party starts in an hour. I can help you pick out your outfit, if you want..."