Hungry

Chapter 4

After school, I met Tinsley at her car. We drove home in silence and when we get there, she shuts off the engine turning to me.

"I'm having a party tonight."

"Where?"

"Here." She mumbles, patting her hair down in the mirror.

"What about Max and dad?"

"They left to go visit my mother in New York."

Tinsley's mother was a music sensation, so she was never home. She flew everywhere on tour, often taking some of them with her.

"Okay..."

"You're coming. I can't lock you in your room, it would be too suspicious. Just try not to make a fool of me. Be ready by five, the group are coming early."

I slip out the car, her following me. "I don't want to go."

"You're coming. End of."

I twist my key in the door, "You can't force me to go to your stupid party."

We spread out into the foyer.

"I'm not going to beg you. I'm telling you, or I will find something embarrassing about you and spread it around."

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

She presses a hand against her hip, "Yes. Be on the second floors balcony at five. Don't be late."

She struts up the stairs, her heels clacking against the tiles. This girl was crazy. It's the first day back and she's throwing a party. I retreat to my own room, shutting the door behind me.

I take a quick shower, needing to hurry to meet the deadline of five.  I sit at my vanity, in my towel, picking up my makeup. I settle for some light makeup. I do my bases of foundation and concealer first. Then I put a winged eye  and some highlighter. I rush through my brows and then apply some false eyelashes.

Debating on whether to wear red lipstick or not, I stand up from my seat. I quickly apply some lotion to my body, putting my undergarments on afterwards. I shrug on a strapless red dress, that stopped mid-thigh.

I slip on my clear heels with red pompoms for the toes straps. I grab my phone from the charger, sitting back at the vanity. I was a few minutes late and yet I still hadn't decided on the lipstick. I quickly slap on some lipgloss, rubbing my lips together to spread the gloss out.

I move quickly, my heels slapping against the tiles and down the spiral stairs to the second floor. I could hear a slight murmur of voices and cluttering from the first floor. I step out onto the balcony, clutching my phone.

"Finally, she joins us." India says, looking me up and down.

Her red lips snarled at the sight of me, making her look like a bitch.  She was in a black pencil skirt and a white blouse, her hair pulled into a slicked bun. The sight of her hair, made me remember mine. I'd left it out in its unruly waves, not really bothering for it.

What she'd said had cause everyone to look at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I see Tabitha leaning up against the balcony on her own. I move towards her, taking up a spot beside her.

"Hey! You look great."

"As do you."

She was dressed in a one shouldered neon dress, that stopped above her knees. Her lips also had lipgloss on, like mine.

"Thanks."

"I was forced to be here."

Tabitha laughs, running her hand through her curls. "Same."