Off Limits

Chapter 8 - Oliver's Party

Isabelle's POV

"What do you think about this outfit?" Candy asked me while posing in front of my mirror and checking herself from every angle imaginable. She was wearing a black leather skirt with silver studs running up its sides. She had matched it with a red crop top and ripped stockings. I would never be able to pull off that look, that's for sure. Candy is a rocker girl. She likes to listen to metal, and all her clothes are 90% black. She's honestly the coolest girl I know.

"You look great," I told her honestly.

I still personally hadn't decided what to wear for Oliver's party and the closer the time came, the more nervous I was.

"Are you going to drink tonight?" I asked her.

"No," she replied quickly. "I'm taking my car. We need a quick getaway in case anything goes wrong."

I walked to my closet to find something to wear. After I had gone through every dress I owned, I realized that I didn't have anything appropriate for a party. I sighed and raked a hand through my hair. I was at a complete loss.

"What's wrong?" Candy asked me.

"I don't have anything to wear," I told her, exasperated. Look at all these dresses. They're so plain! I whined. "Oh, come on, it can't be that bad. "Candy reassured me. "Let me see. I'm sure I can find something for you." Candy chirped.

I sat on the bed while she started to root through my drawers. It only took her two minutes to find an outfit for me. She held onto a pair of grey ripped shorts, a red swimsuit, and a black leather jacket.

"This will look so good on you! You can't even tell that this is a swimsuit. If you put it on, it will look like a body."

She tossed the clothes on my lap and wiggled her eyebrows. I looked at the swimsuit and cringed.

"Hey, don't dismiss it until you have tried it on!" She warned me in a friendly manner.

"Fine, I'll try it on," I huffed. There's no point in arguing with her.

I took the outfit with me to the bathroom and got changed. The swimsuit hugged all my curves in the right places, and with my bra underneath, it made my B cup look like a C cup. I shimmied into the shorts and put the leather jacket on. Wow, I look amazing! I thought.

"Yes! I knew it would look good on you!" She exclaimed. I laughed and thanked her with all my heart. I felt really pretty, and I was so excited about the party.

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High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco blared through the speakers as Candy and I walked through Oliver's front door. Candy immediately started to sway her hips, and I straightened my skirt. My eyes scanned through the crowd, but I couldn't see Easton among all the bodies. I sighed in relief.

"Come on, let's dance," Candy sang.

"Maybe we should get something to drink first?" I suggested.

"Good idea!"

We shuffled through a throng of dancing people and found the kitchen. As we rounded the corner, I bumped into someone. I looked up and saw golden brown eyes staring down at me.

"Well, well, well, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Oliver asked.

"Crap," I mumbled.

Oliver raised an eyebrow at me.

"Uhm... we were just..."

"You don't have to explain," he answered, cutting me off mid-sentence.

"I don't?"