The Boxer's Girl {COMPLETED}

Chapter 10• Partayyy

Chapter 10• Partayyy

Tonight was the night of the party. I had set up and gotten organised hours before Bridget was even coming over. I got out my hair straightener and curler, just incase. and put out a couple of shoes that were for me and for Bridget. I was letting her borrow a pair of mine because they suited her outfit perfectly.

My outfit was already set out. It consisted of a plain black tee, that was a low swoop cut, sparkly gold fashion shorts, and a royal blue thin blazer. I was matching the look with plain back pumps. I wasn't fully convinced to wear a skirt or dress to this party, so I just settled for a pair of fashionable high waisted shorts. I had all gold accessories. A watch, a few bracelets and a long thin necklace with a charm at the end.

My phone made a loud noise signalling I had a text. I checked my phone and realised that it was an unknown number.

How r u? Wanna hang? I'm always around ;) - Joey

My insides crumpled and I found myself breathless, clenching my fists and curling up. I started taking deep breaths to try and forget my anger, pain, sadness, regret. I laid on my bed, becoming more numb and forgetting him, for another hour or two until Bridget came. I told her once she came. And as expected, she knew the right thing to say, and the text no longer affected me.

The party started at around 8 and now it was 6. We gave ourselves plenty of time to get ready because we would most likely muck around, and so that maybe I can try and convince Bridget out of it. Its a high hope but worth a shot.

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"Well I gotta be honest... We looking freakin' awesome! If we don't burn the house down than we will burn the whole country!"

Bridget and I were standing in front of the mirror together, just before we were about to leave. I ended up having me hair in a braided headband across my head, so that it wouldn't bother my face. Other than that the rest of it was down, with loose curls at the end. My make-up was done well, thanks to Bridget. I stuck to my normal foundation, but added a little eyeshadow and a bright lipstick.

"Well, we do look pretty good. I wonder if Mike's gonna be there...?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows. Bridget rolled her eyes but was smiling slightly. I had done her make up, and straightened her hair. She looked drop-dead-gorgeous.

"Well, Blake's going, so I assume he would too. I bet that makes you happy, that Blake's going." Bridget shot me a wink and a smirk. I rolled my eyes.

"Why would I care if he's going? I'm only a tinsy-bit grateful because he is giving us a ride." I said shrugging. Bridget looked at me unconvinced. I forgot to mention that Blake had texted me around the time Bridget had came, asking if we needed a ride. Bridget was fine with it, and although I was hesitant, I gave in knowing that the only other transport was Bridget, and she didn't want to bring her car incase it got 'vandalised' as Bridget said. So I accepted.

"Sure, sure..." Just at that moment the doorbell rang, signalling that Blake was probably here and it was party time. We looked at each other happily and nervously before making our way downstairs. Before we opened the door, my mum warned me "Have fun girls. Please come home sober! You don't need to have a drink at this age! Be safe."

We said our goodbyes and turned to open the front to see Blake standing there looking at his feet. He looked good as always, not much different from how he normally looked at school. He had a light pair of jeans and white top with a dark leather jacket. Something so simple, yet he looked so good!

I would never admit that to anyone, but 'good' was by far an understatement.

His brown hair was it's usual, tousled which suited him well. His chocolate brown eyes glinted in the dim light of the street. Oh. He was looking at me the same time I was looking at him.