He's The Devil Next Door...

3 || Spaghetti Girl?

Spaghetti Girl?

"Do you think I give a damn? You're going to this party with me," Camila throws her hairbrush at me but I dodge it before it can come in contact with my head, "If I have to drag you out of here by your eyelashes, I will."

I raise my eyebrow at her not caring for her threats, "I said no."

It's friday night, the first week of school went by surprisingly fast.. thank the universe. After completely humiliating myself in front of most of the student body which was caused by me getting spaghetti all over the new bad boy literally killed any chance of me actually becoming popular in my last year of high school.

I went home early on Monday, deciding to walk home to calm myself down. But, for the rest of the week? Oh.. I completely made myself invisible and stopped observing others as it became a trend to scowl at me for my actions of accidently spilling processed spaghetti on that Adonis guy. 

Tonight, Camila is trying to drag me to a party hosted by Danielle Lee. Danielle is that one stupid blonde at every high school who somehow has high status even though she doesn't even deserve it. Literally, I remember sophomore year she asked me how to spell watermelon... I have worried about her ever since. She was seriously the dumbest person I've ever met. But, regardless of her low IQ points and brain cells, I've heard she throws the best parties.

One thing I am not is a party person. I'd rather stay in the proximity of my own home, filling myself up with junk food, watching a good movie or tv show and observe how everyone's night is going by viewing their snap story. I'm not saying I haven't been to a party.. I just tend to have a habit of passing on them. I promise I'm not a loner. 

Camila sends me a murderous glare, "I said yes. Now, put on this outfit," She throws a pair of blue ripped jeans and a white high neck long sleeve crop top my way, "You know I will drag you out of this house, so don't test me."

"Can't I just wear this?" I gesture to my outfit that consists of leggings and a black oversized hoodie.

Camila lets out a laugh looking me up and down, "We aren't robbing the party Reyna, we're going to have fun.. now dress."

Ouch. I actually thought my outfit was quite comfy and cute.

I decided to give up trying to argue with her.

I guess I could go, it is the first party of the school year.

I've been pretty successful making myself invisible so I guess it could work at Danielle's without being stared at by Adonis' worshippers.

I huffed, slipping my old clothes off and putting on the new ones. The feeling of the new fabric against my skin made me shudder. I immediately missed the soft fabric of my comfy clothes.

I can handle this, I can.

Light makeup was applied to my face that consisted of mascara, concealer and lip gloss. Camila added her part and said I needed some glow of highlighter to make me look happy after I stated I wasn't fond of her forcing me.

Tonight's party better not be a waste when I could've been laid up by myself at home eating tons of snacks and binge watching Netflix content. 

"Ready girly?" Camila admires herself in the mirror, "We look so fucking good. I swear if we don't get hit on tonight, i'll be damned."

I nod in agreement at her comment.

I never really make myself presentable because I could honestly care less about how I look. Who do I have to please? Absolutely nobody.