Finding Amity

Chapter 22

I sighed the second Pippa walked into our dorm room on Friday night with a mischievous grin on her face.

"You already know what I'm going to ask you." She giggled.

"I do, and I already know my answer." I grumbled.

"You're not coming? It's a sorority party, they are a thousands times more fun than frats."

"My answer is yes." I informed reluctantly. Pippa danced around in excitement. "Not because I want to."

"Then why?" She asked as she opened her cupboard and began searching for an outfit.

"I don't know if you know, but at the last party Cooper and Isaac had a little."

"Fight?"

"It wasn't a fight. Just a teensy little argument." I corrected. "But Cooper was a bit of a dick to him so I need to go to this party..." I breathed in and out, trying to prepare myself for what was going to come out of my mouth. "And apologise to Isaac."

It sucked that I had to be the one to step up, be the bigger person. Cooper was the one who overreacted and Isaac egged him on.

The only part of the entire situation I felt bad about was what Cooper said. He told Isaac I was too good for him. It just reminded me of how hurt he was when I mentioned him "hurting my reputation". I needed him to see I didn't see him as that, as a threat to my reputation, as a possible smudge on my perfect record.

Even though any feelings I may have had for Isaac flew out the window the second he started grinding on that girl at the party, no one deserves to feel less than. Especially not because of rumours and gossip. I experienced enough of that being Avondale's very own "sad little orphan, Annie".

"Just a heads up," Pippa warned as she buttoned up a bright orange jumpsuit that made her look like she just escaped from prison. "Based on how he was acting after you left, I don't think Isaac is going to listen to your apology."

She tied up some thick black combat boots and I tried to understand her outfit.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but is it a costume party?"

Pippa snorted. "No, I just like the aesthetic of an escaped convict." She joked. "Yes, it's a costume party. But I have something you can wear."

Standing before the mirror in the costume Pippa gave me, I regretted not packing any of my past halloween outfits.

It was a Harley Quinn outfit, from Suicide Squad. Only it seemed to be even tighter and more revealing than in the movie, if that was even possible.

"Pippa, what the fuck is this?" I laughed at myself. I don't usually swear, but this to me was a reasonable exception. "Seriously these shorts barely cover my underwear."

"You don't have to wear a costume." She reminded me. "But you will have to pay entry fee if you don't."

"How much, like five bucks?"

"More like $50." I turned to her, my eyes wide in shock. "They hired a DJ, they need to pay for it somehow." She joined me in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. "I can bring a pair of denim shorts in my bag, you can change once we get in."

"Or..." I started. "I could skip this party and wait until next week."

"NO!" She shouted. "Isaac is being insufferable and if you apologising is going to stop him, I will pay the entry fee for you."

"I don't want you to do that."

"Then just wear the costume." She groaned. "Did I mention how fucking hot you look? Isaac can't not accept your apology when you look like this."

"Isaac is not going to give me a second look." I assured her. "But fine."