Finding Amity

Chapter 23

The sorority was Delta Phi and their house was a lot nicer than the frat house I'd been to. It was a red brick federal colonial house with white pillars surrounding the front patio.

Instead of a tough looking bodyguard for a doorman, two girls sat at a table by the front door with a jar for entry fees, both of them complemented mine and Pippa's outfits.

The interior was painted a pale blue with bright white finishes and gold fixtures. It was also incredibly clean, the white marble floors sparkled under our feet. I felt guilty walking over them in Pippa's dirty combat boots.

As soon as I stepped into the entryway, I could feel eyes burning into my legs and felt exposed.

A guy walked past and looked me up and down, I squealed at Pippa. "Shorts, now!"

"Alright, alright." She chuckled.

She led me to an empty powder room and handed me the pale denim shorts. I closed the door, Pippa standing guard, and quickly stripped off the red and blue sequin booty shorts and slid on my new pants. Only, they stopped stretching at mid thigh.

"Oh, no." I whined. I yanked the shorts up, wiggling and jumping to help them. No luck. "Pippa!" I called out. "They don't fit!"

"What?" She asked. She opened the door and slipped into the claustrophobic room with me. She looked at the unbuttoned shorts that were clinging to my thighs. "I guess they shrunk in the wash."

"You think?" I spat back sarcastically. These shorts couldn't fit on a baby.

I grabbed the booty shorts and pulled them back up my legs.

"If you're uncomfortable, we can leave." She suggested, but I just sighed and gave up.

"I'm already here, I'll just... I don't know. It's not too bad, right?"

"Oh, no. You still look banging." She assured me.

"Then I guess I'll just suck it up."

And suck it up I did.

We left the powder room and headed to the heart of the party, the den. For some reason, everyone had filed into the lower-level den and were hanging out in there.

I spotted Isaac sitting on a couch in the corner. His eyes turned to meet mine and turned stony. Something told me he did not think I looked as "banging" in this outfit as Pippa did.

I could just walk up and apologise, I thought, or... I could get a drink first.

I hurried over to a tiki bar across the back wall. The girl who was bartending turned to me with a sweet smile.

"What can I get for you, babe?"

"Uhh..." I trailed off. I didn't exactly know the names of any drinks.

"I think I know of something you might like, want me to make it and you can try it?"

"Sure, thanks." I smiled.

I felt Isaac's presence before he spoke. He had magically appeared behind me and I breathed in the scent of his aftershave.

The bartending girl handed me a glass with red liquid at the top that faded down to yellow. I took a small sip that tasted of orange and coconut.

I turned to my right to face Isaac, who was leaning against a wall, looking at my legs. I scowled, clicking my fingers in front of his face to grab his attention. His jaw tightened as he met my eyes.

"Can we speak?" He stared at me, waiting for me to continue. "In private." I added.