Rave

Night Part 1

It was already 12:30 and Sonia still hadn't arrived. She specially told me to be at El's at 12 sharp, but apparently she had to go out and buy makeup. For fuck's sake I could have just lent her mine.

The worst part is that El isn't even home. She went to some café with this weird boy she met yesterday after school. I honestly lost count of how many dates she's been to in the past week.

Finally, after an hour of walking back and forth in the living room and making fake phone calls to avoid awkward conversations with El's mom, I heard the doorbell.

"What the hell are you wearing?" was the first thing Sonia said to me.

"You don't like my outfit?" I asked, looking down at my new boots and jeans.

"Honey." She said, and ran up to her room."

I was confused.

She came back half a minute later,

Holding in one hand a crop top, and in the other, a pair of incredibly short shorts.

"You're wearing this." She said, and threw me the clothes.

"What's wrong with my own clothes? Your top would barely cover my boobs."

"We're going to a rave, not an interview."

What.

No I did not sign up for this.

I thought I'd be helping her at the supermarket or something.

Wait she doesn't even work there anymore.

"What do you mean rave?" I shouted.

"Where did you think we were going?"

"I don't know! Definitely not a rave."

"What's the big deal? Plus it's technically a music festival."

"No way I'm doing this. I'm out, bye." I put the clothes down on the sofa, and walked towards the door.

"What about your hours?" She said from across the room.

Shit.

"Not worth it." I replied.

"I'll sign for 15 hours if you come."

I stopped and looked back at her. Her red bangs were covering her eyes.

"I don't do parties. It's why I got arrested in the first place."

"Fine, 20 hours. You're coming."

I sighed. How could I say no.

I picked up the clothes from the sofa and went down to the bathroom.

I looked at my reflection after wearing the crop top and I was terrified. I was right. The top was basically a bra. The shorts weren't even long enough to cover my whole butt. I wore my cardigan on top of it and headed back to the living room.

"You look hot as fuck!" Exclaimed Sonia. "Where's your makeup?"

"huh?"

"Your makeup," she repeated, "where is it?"

I let out a sigh and went back down to the bathroom, where I had left my bag. I reached in my bag and searched for my makeup. I ended up emptying the contents of my bag in the bath tub, and finally found a tube of mascara, some eyeliner and lipgloss.

The ride was awkward. Well, at least for me. Sonia was jamming to some kind of metal music and I just sat there, looking out the window.

As we began to approach the venue, I started hearing loud music coming from the distance. I closed my eyes, and leaned back, trying to enjoy the last few minutes of 'silence' I had left.