This Won't End Well.

IV

I could feel the sun on my skin, the air braiding it's way through my hair, but most of all, I could feel their eyes. Each person we walked by, girl guy it didn't matter, turned to look me up and down.

"This isn't going to be a good day," I whispered to Celia as we walked into the Student Union.

"How can you tell?"

"Because I didn't gag on my toothbrush this morning," I said, almost forgetting that I was supposed to be whispering. It came out as a whisper-shout sort of thing. I received an ample amount of looks from the people in close proximity.

"Me neither, but that doesn't mean anything."

I followed behind her and pouted. I adjusted the collar of the pink button up shirt Celia dressed me up in.

"I look like a frat boy," I said. I smoothed out a seam on my kakis. "I think the whole thing is overkill. There's nothing wrong with graphic tees and jeans."

"I mean, if they fit correctly," she glanced my way, "which they didn't."

I scoffed, and trailed behind with my hands in my pockets. I took my ID picture, and when I got it back it obviously wasn't my face looking back. I sighed, and tucked it into my wallet behind my drivers license.

"I need a new license," I said under my breath.

Somewhere along the way Celia and I got separated. It wasn't that big of a deal normally, but now people we're just staring. I had become hypersensitive to their eyes, the people around me in the quad, and how they were looking me up and down.

"Are you a junior? I don't think I've seen you before."

"Ah, no," I paused and put my hand out to shake hers. "Freshman, class of 1996. My name is Greyson Holmes."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Catherine Day, I'm the president of Delta Epsilon Pi."

Catherine was chipper, and her almost chestnut colored hair was cut in a pixie. Apart from the fact that she seemed to be a little too happy for 10:30, she didn't seem like she would be in a sorority. Let alone be the president of one. She seemed to be nice, maybe that's why she won her election.

She smiled and combed through her hair, "there's a party tonight at our sorority house, you know for the orientation, and I was just wondering if you knew about it. Or, if you were planning on going."

I felt a shrill shoot up my spine, "I don't usually make a habit of going to parties," I paused and with out thinking I said, "but I'll see what I can do for you." I gave her a slow once over before meeting her gaze. I flashed a smile, and her cheeks flushed.

"Oh! Well, the I hope to see you then." She spun on her heal to face a group of girls that were only about fifteen feet away from us. Each one eyed me, and inspected me closely. I waved, and flashed them the same smile that I had given Catherine. They turned and walked with her to the other side of the quad.

When they turned I dropped my hand, and stared down at my palm, "what the fuck was that?" I whispered. I hadn't had a normal conversation with a female, other than Celia, in a long time. Let alone flirt with one, or even a whole group of them.

"What was that?" Celia's voice rang clear, and I whipped around to see her walking up to me.

"This body gets attention."

"I thought you thought the idea of even touching a girl was disgusting to you," she crossed her arms.

"I've touched you," I countered. Celia raises an eyebrow. "Okay, sorry obviously not like that. But you're different, I've known you for forever."

"I just don't think it's a good idea to draw too much attention to yourself until you know what happened."

"I mean, you're right. However, I couldn't control myself. It was like I was taking the back seat."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I didn't want to say the things I did, they just came out," I said as we started walking back to our apartment. "And try as I might, I don't think attention can be avoided, there wasn't one person that didn't give me at least one lingering glance."

"I noticed," she followed next to me. "I was asked about twice if you were with anyone."

I scoffed, "I really and growing to hate this body even more."

"Are you planning on going to the party?" Celia asked. She was surprised when my answer was yes. "You've got to be kidding me, you've never been to a party."

"I kinda' just want to ask around to see if anyone knew the person that was found yesterday morning. After all, the two things may be connected."

"I see where you're coming from, I'll come with," she said, "I'm always up for a party."

"Sure thing," I paused before I stopped walking. "You can't act like we know each other. People won't talk to me when they think you're my girlfriend. We can work twice as fast if we're not together."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea, especially if the two happenings are connected."

"I'll be fine, and we can keep each other in our lines of sight."

She nodded, and gave a halfhearted smile. We continued to walk in silence until we were about a block away from home. I kept my hands in my pockets as we walked. I almost regretted my choice to go to the party, especially after the way my body went on auto pilot less than ten minutes ago.

"Do you know what you're going to wear?" Celia asked me as she opened the heavy door to our apartment complex, it snapped me out of my thoughts. The two of us caught the elevator up.

I thought while we were being lifted. I shot her a coy smile, "I don't know, but definitely something black."