I'm a Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Chapter 8: The Hook-Up

Chapter 8

The outfit Lucy prepared for herself is downright ridiculous for such a useless party. Her low waisted skinny jeans show off her curves and the tight, black V-neck shirt she has on doesn't leave much to the imagination. She decided it was a brilliant idea to show me the matching lingerie she had on underneath as a surprise for her 'friend with benefits'. I am scared for my life to find out the outfit she has set aside for me.

Surprisingly it only takes her thirty minutes to get ready, considering she already had her outfit planned. Her hair is curled perfectly, her makeup light enough to make her look sexy. Overall, she looks hot and I fear her boy toy may have heart failure when he sees her.

"Now it's your turn," Lucy tells me slyly, opening her closet doors to reveal the death trap I'll be forced to walk around in tonight.

To say I'm surprised is an understatement. The outfit she reveals is nothing like I thought it would be. Instead of the skanky dress with fishnet stockings and stripper heels like I predicted the girl would try to dress me up in, the outfit covers a lot more skin. She holds up a pair of black leggings with a white shirt that shows off a small portion of my flat stomach paired with a faux, black leather jacket.

"Wow. And I was starting to think you didn't know what clothing was," I reply, laughing as she tosses the clothes in my face.

"Put them on. We have fifteen minutes until we have to leave. Just enough time to do your hair and makeup," Lucy explains, organizing her desk with all her hair products, makeup and hair stylers.

Quickly I change clothing, tossing my clothes on the bed where I can grab them before we leave. I snuck out of my house a half hour ago at nine, when I knew everyone in my house would be deep in slumber. I made sure to lock my bedroom door in case one of my parents or brothers tries to go in and then boldly drove over here to Lucy's house. I wasn't planning on taking my car because it made way too much noise, but Lucy reminded me she would probably leave early with her soon-to-be boyfriend. We'll be driving to the party in my car because she'll leave with her man in his car.

It takes her all of the time we have left before we have to leave to do my hair. She curls my already wavy hair, and adds some more makeup on my face even though she did mine right after she put on hers. The bruises and scratch marks on my face are still visible with the makeup, but I don't want to look like a clown.

I argue that the pants make my disgustingly skinny legs even thinner, but she tells me to shut up and shoves me out the door. Her mom is out with a date, so we have to lock up and turn off the lights as if Lucy is going to be sleeping upstairs in her room all along.

I hug myself tightly for the thirty second bitter-cold journey to my car as the crisp air nips at my skin. Unlocking my piece-of-crap car as soon as possible, I jump in and start it up, blasting the heat as Lucy dives into the passenger seat.

"And whose idea was it not to bring jackets?" I hiss, rubbing my dry hands together so the friction can create heat.

Lucy glares daggers at me, her pink cheeks and nose draining the seriousness from her words. "No one finds winter jackets sexy. I will not walk around looking like an eskimo."

"We could have left them in the car."

Lucy rolls her eyes and buckles up her seat belt. "No one said you had to listen to me."

I quickly pull out of the driveway before I start choking her and follow Lucy's directions to the house the party is being hosted at. Neither of us expect the party to be as packed as it looks when we arrive because it only started forty five minutes ago.