LAW OF ATTRACTION

CHAPTER 26 : DRUNK MESS

The songs are back in this chapter!! I've got some nice feedback on the songs in chapter 9 'You are my fire...', so I've included some more! :)

In this chapter, we have 'Please don't stop the music' by Rihanna

and 'In my head ' by Jason Derulo.

Go listen to them to set the mood! ;)

"Tonight is the night," I tell my reflection in the mirror, feeling butterflies tickling gently my stomach.

Tonight is the perfect night. Alex and I are going to 'THE party of the year', according to Judy, though she says this for almost every party! Yet tonight is apparently a big one – I don't know; I usually don't go to this kind of party, or any kind of party actually. But Judy has kept pressing me to come, so I've given in, especially because it comes just at the right timing with the decision I've made a few days ago.

My parents are away for the weekend, and I have the house to myself, thus I can go to the party without them knowing, and then, I can... Alex and I can... have our perfect night.

I think I'm ready to offer my first to Alex. I know he's had sex plenty of times before me, yet he's never pressured me into anything. He's leaving me time, kissing me expertly and sinfully without going further. That's one of the reasons why I'm ready to give him my first: I trust him. That, and because the other day, when I've looked in his penetrating eyes, I've seen lust, but also sincerity. I've felt like I've seen all of him, and something has clicked; my desire, my heart, and my brain have accorded to make this decision.

DING

The doorbell pulls me out of my contemplations. I quickly grab my purse and Alex's jacket, an obvious sign claiming proudly that I'm Alex's girlfriend, and I rush to stop the impatient dinging.

"Wow! You're hot!" Judy exclaims, looking me up and down before engulfing me in a quick hug.

"Are you sure this isn't too much?" I look down at my outfit one more time. It is the same black dress I've been staring at in the mirror, with the tight fabric hugging my silhouette until the middle of my tight, and behind, a low-cut back bordered with some laces that I've glimpsed after contorting myself many times to make sure it isn't too low.

"No! This is perfect! Girl, why don't you wear make-up and high heels every day?!" she asks, already holding her phone to take a selfie.

I shake my head, smiling before she snaps the photo. The picture only shows our smiley faces and the top of our outfits: Judy's golden crop top and the simple upper part of my dress. But the cute photo and Judy's cheery mood instills me some confidence and boldness for tonight.

***

When we arrive in front of the big house, the music is blasting from inside, echoing through the whole neighborhood, and my heart is rapidly taking the same fast rhythm. Some people are scattered between the parked cars, probably warmed up by hormones, alcohol, and other substances to not be bothered by the cold of this November night, while I can feel the shivers running down my spine.

My confidence is slowly vanishing, and when we enter the house, I immediately feel out of place. The place, the beautiful and quite luxurious house of a popular and surely wealthy junior, is crowded with people everywhere. The smell of alcohol, smoke, and sweat makes the atmosphere suffocating, and my nervousness isn't helping me to find oxygen.