Holden Steele's Ruin [Completed]

Chapter 4

After the undoubtedly awkward lunch, Archer and Holden left. Avery insisted we begin getting ready, claiming there wasn't enough time. Seeing as it was only five in the afternoon and the party would probably start at around eight, I doubted time would be an issue but I complied anyway.

"It's our first collage party!"

Avery gingerly bounded around the room, a slight skip to her steps. She had been primping herself for almost an hour whilst I sat on my bed doing a recent assignment. I had no motivation whatsoever to dress up for the party, it wasn't like I was trying to impress anyone and frankly, I was still a little hesitant about going.

"So, Archer said the party officially starts at eight but we'll be there by eight thirty, when the real party starts." Her voice sounded distant, like background noise as I nodded blindly, too concentrated on the uncooperative words on my book. I jumped, startled, when my textbook was abruptly slammed shut, perfectly manicured nails invading my line of sight.

"Did you even hear a word I said?" Exasperation laced her voice.

"Sorry, I'm just really not that excited about the party." I muttered truthfully, seating up on the bed and facing Avery completely. I couldn't find it in me to feel thrilled about seeing overly drunk people openly groping each other, and calling it dancing.

"Well you better start getting fucking excited, because you're going to have fun!" Avery's face was flushed red in what was presumably supposed to be intimidation, but she only looked slightly constipated. I resulted in simply nodding, not wanting to rain on her earlier good mood.

"You can't wear that!" Avery had me jumping once again at the abrupt command. We were both getting dressed, an hour before the party as per her persistence. I frowned looking down at my dark skinny jeans and beige cable knit sweater. They were quite comfortable, and I preferred them over a skimpy outfit that would no doubt leave me freezing the whole night.

"What's wrong with what I have on?"

"It's cute and all for highschool, but you have to wear something sexy. You're a collage girl now," She immediately darted over to my dresser, pulling the drawers open before rummaging through them, determination vivid in her strides. "why are all your clothes so goddamn baggy? If I had a body like yours, I would totally walk around nude."

She had to be joking, she was the one amongst the both of us that had desirable features. I know I was somewhat pretty, but that was as far as it went. I had my father's light brown hair that came below my bellybutton and his forest green eyes, framed by dropping long lashes. Those were unquestionably the only noticeably pretty features I had.

I had always been rather tall, I used to hate the fact when I was younger. Being teased for my taller stature was a very traumatic part of my childhood I would like to forget. I however, embrace it now. I was most likely 5ft 8inches at most. Due to my questionable eating habits, I had accumulated very little body fat. Leaving me with microscopic curves to make me look feminine, and not like a scrawny adolescent boy.

"What are you anyway? A closet bad girl? With all the ear piercings and the tattoo." She asked, her head still immersed inside my dresser. My tattoo was nothing compered to Holden's though, it was barely noticeable to unobservant eyes. I had decided to get it for Blake a year ago, an infinity loop indented on the inside of my right wrist. The piercings were simply me playing rebel against the world, so I would hardly consider myself a bad anything.

"Um...I wanted something different" I saying half the truth. I only had four piercings in total, the standard piercing at both my ear lobes and two more at the tip of my right ear, I do regret them to some extent but I wouldn't dare let them close up. My mother had gone ballistic once she saw them, the amount of therapists I had seen soon after was alarming.