Anchored

Six

"Ameliaaaa! Didn't you say you were gonna start talking to people?" Sara looked at me laughing.

She was late for her shift but I had covered for her. We were friends now?

"I remember something about you saying I should....but I never said I would" I laugh.

"So how was school?" She asks, making an americano for a customer.

"Interesting. I have two guys who are making me feel so uncomfortable." I say vaguely.

"You?! Two guys? Are they fighting over you?" Details, please I'm dying!" Sara loves the gossip.

"No, they are just being flirty and playing with me. They are "having fun" they say but I don't know." I say. "I just know they made me realize I haven't done anything or had any friends in school." 

"Wow, that's deep. So what are they gonna do about it?"

"They asked me to a party tomorrow."

"Eeeek!!!! Well I'm coming over to get you ready and after our shift...." she points to herself and then to me, "we are going SHOPPING!!!"

"One more thing. They told me that I got "hot" that's why they want to help me." I'm suddenly Squeamish.

"Shut the fuck up!!!!"

"Shhh! You'll get us in trouble!"

"Well I mean, I see it. It's like your curves came out over night. What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. I just started wearing clothes to my body. I want to make them pay for playing with me. I want them to know I can play their little game too."

"Wellll damn. Can't wait to clock out! We gonna get you in an outfit that's gonna knock their socks off!"

2 hours later.....

We walk into a few stores in the mall when I find the outfit I want.

I find a black, low top, crop top. The straps cross cross in the back and my bare back shows. When I rest my hands down my side my belly button shows, when I raise my hand up you can see my under boob.

I feel incredible hot, but also incredibly uncomfortable. I can't wear a bra with it so there is a little padding in the front.

We find a pair of some hella sexy black leather leggings. That show off every single curve I have.

I look in the mirror.

No fucking way.

"Damn look at your legs!" Sara squeals.

"Now, shoes" Sara demands, "Try these!"

She hands me some high heels.
"I can't wear heels. I might trip!" I put them on to satisfy her whining.

"Dammmn!!! Girl you fine as hell!"

"Sara!!"

"What! Tomorrow, I'm coming over and I'll do your make up and hair. Oh and I'll bring my outfit to get ready too. Apparently, we are going to the same party."

"You are going to this party?"

"Yes! My boyfriends brother is throwing it."

"You're boyfriends brother?! Jax is one of the guys that is making me do this shit!"

"What! Such a small world! Ok let's go, call yo daddy. I'm driving your ass home!"

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Saturday night:

Brody hasn't been at the house all day and I'm ok with it. Sara came over way too early to get ready last minute. I've never hung out with anyone so it's all new territory for me. I tell her about never having been to a party and never having drank anything.

"Be careful! Because you haven't drank in your life you gotta slow it down. Parties aren't really something to mess with so pace yourself. You will thank me later."

"I'm excited."

Buzz Buzz

Jax: Baby! Are you ready to play?

"Sara, this is the shit I'm talking about!"

I hand her the phone and she lets out another squeal. That must be her thing.

"Aright, final touches on your make up and hair. Then we will leave!....and....done! Wow! Just wow!"

I look in the mirror. I don't even recognize myself. My long hair is curled into a loose wavy curl. My lips stained with red lip stain and my eyes....the grey is lit up with the gold eyeshadows. Vixen.

"I don't think they are gonna be expecting this...." she lets out, yet another squeal.

It only takes us about 10 minutes to get to Jax's house. I can't understand why his parents even let him have so many parties. Like, he just had one last week....on a school night!

The house is huge. There are people EVERYWHERE. In the front yard, on the balcony, in the backyard.

"Don't look like you've never been. They will eat you alive!" Sara whispers.

I can see that I'm headed towards the door but my legs don't feel like they are moving. My anxiety is high. Why am I even here?

A ball of smoke hits my face as we enter the house. Weed. I know that smell from the foster group. Sara pulls me toward the kitchen and she leaches herself to her boyfriend, Jed. Jed looks me up and down slowly, "She looks great doesn't she!!" Sara....squeals.

"Babe, you did that to her? She looks amazing"

"Thanks" is all I can muster up.

"Here," Jed hands me a pink drink. "You look nervous as hell. Vodka and pink lemonade, for the girlies."

I'm about to have an anxiety attack. I can feel the bubbles of panic coming from my toes to my stomach.

"Thanks." I take a sip, it's so good! Then, I gulp it.

Sara and Jed look at each other raising their eyebrows and Jed hands me another.

Fuck. I gulp that one too.

Sara is giving me the slow down look. And I can feel my body start to relax.

Jed pours me more. I'm silently grateful because fuck I feel good after about 30 minutes. These boys wanted me here. Where the hell are they?