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Georgia thrust different dresses in my face. She was scouring her walk-in wardrobe for an appropriate dress for me to wear. It was a large room that was colour coordinated. In the middle of the room was a table filled with jewellery. Beneath the hangers were shoes.
She was currently looking through the blue dresses, hoping to find a dress that would match my eye colour. She always said my eyes were my best feature.
It was already five PM. We would probably leave a nine, after having a few drinks. Whenever I got ready with Georgia, it would take me hours to get do everything. Georgia strived for perfection. She wouldn’t have anything less.
I sighed and leaned back in my comfortable chair.
“I think I found it,” Georgia yelled and popped her head around the door. She was holding a thin, short blue dress. It was silky and had two strings on either side that needed to be tied up once on. There were also gaps on either side of the hips. It was stunning.
“Are you sure I can wear this?” I questioned, eyeing the dress in awe.
“I’m not handing it out so that you can donate to charity.” She muttered sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Take it.”
I did, feeling the smooth material under the pads of my fingers.
Georgia came out with a short black dress. It was gorgeous.
“Let’s get ready,” She smiled, plugging in her phone to the speakers. We showered and got ready. Georgia applied my make up for me and styled my hair. She put blue eyeshadow on, along with foundation, bronzer, blush and highlighter. I had to admit, I looked pretty good.
After doing mine, she did her own. As usual, she looked fabulous. She looked sexy and powerful. The smokey eye shadow made her look mysterious. I was quite envious of her.
We both slipped into our dresses and examined ourselves in the full-length mirror. Besides Georgia, I felt plain.
“Perfect,” She said, nodding her head once in satisfaction. “I’m just going to grab the alcohol.”
“I told you I wasn't drinking, George,” I protested, adamantly.
“Do you not remember what I said at practice? Let go, just for tonight. Let loose for once.” She reminded me. I shook my head, pressing my lips together firmly. Drinking was not a good idea. I wanted to be able to think clearly. ”Nothing will happen. Not when there’s going to be loads of people there. You’re safe.”
I pondered over her words. “I don’t...”
“You’re drinking and that’s the end of it.” She retorted, firmly. And that was that. I was drinking.
She returned a few seconds later with a bottle of vodka and two cups. We listened to some songs whilst drinking.
“Is your dad dropping us off at Chantelle’s?” I asked her, sipping on the vodka. It burned my throat but I didn’t care. Chantelle was the girl who was hosting the party. She was on the softball team.
“Yeah, he’ll a bit later.”
I hummed along to the song. I started to feel the effects of the alcohol half an hour later. Since I didn’t drink alcohol a lot, my tolerance was low.
Just like Georgia said, I started feeling less tense. I felt free. I couldn’t wait to get to the party.
“Georgia! Celeste! Let’s go!” Georgia’s father, Robert, hollered from the bottom of the stairs. I was going to sleep over at Georgia’s house so I only took my phone with me. I had called my mother earlier and told her about the plan. She was fine with it.
We bounded down the stairs in our high heels. I greeted Robert with a small smile. After losing my dad when I was five, Robert was the only person who could come close to replacing him. He was always so nice to me. He treated me like a daughter.
“You look, beautiful girls,” He complimented. “Now let’s go.”
I slid into the back of Robert’s black Audi. Georgia had a BMW that she loved to bits.
The party was in full swing when we arrived.
I could see people hanging out outside on the lawn. They already looked drunk.
We both climbed out of the car and thanked Robert. His hazel eyes wandered around the area with an amused look. There was a wistful look in his eyes. I guessed he was recalling the old days when he went to parties.
“Have fun, girls. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” He said to us before driving off.
Georgia stood next to me; scanned the area with an indifferent look.
“Let’s go,” She said and looped her bare arm through mine. We approached the medium-sized house, dodging the plastic red cups littered on the ground.
The door was wide open. The hallway was packed with people chatting. Georgia took the lead and ploughed her way through the crowd, with me behind her. The first people we found was Ellie and Wilder, chewing each other’s faces off in the kitchen.
They didn’t notice us until I cleared my throat, loudly.
Panting, Ellie’s green eyes connected with mine. She sent me a sheepish look and fixed her messy blonde hair. “Hey, guys!”
Wilder nodded his head at us in greeting.
Georgia headed towards the kitchen table and grabbed two cans of beer. She pushed one into my hand.
“Drink,” She ordered.
“Okay, okay mom,” I joked, feeling lighter.
“Woah, you managed to get Celeste to drink alcohol?” Ellie whispered to Georgia, thinking she was being quiet when she clearly wasn’t. I had a feeling she was quite drunk too.
Georgia smirked, “Yep.”
“Damn, she looks so much happier,” Ellie muttered, staring at me in wonder.
“You guys do know I can hear you, right?” I told them, arching an eyebrow. My body started to sway slightly.
Ellie didn’t look embarrassed at all. Georgia shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and took a sip of her drink.
“Have you seen Jamie yet?” Ellie asked, curiously. Wilder wrapped his arms around Ellie’s waist, pulling her closer to him.
I shook my head, feeling my heart stutter at the mere mention of his name. I wanted to see him.
“No, we just got here,” Georgia informed her.
Ellie grinned manically, “Ah, I’m sure you’ll find him soon.”
At that moment, an upbeat song came on. The speakers were playing the song so loud you could hear it from the other side of the house.
Ellie started bouncing up and down, excitedly. “I love this song. We have to go and dance.”
She grabbed hold of my hand and Wilder’s and dragged us out of the kitchen to the living room. I glanced back at Georgia, wondering if she was going to join us. She shook her head and walked off in the opposite direction. She was probably going to hello to some people.
The living room was packed. Sweaty teenagers were swaying seductively to the song, throwing their arms up in the air. A few couples were full-on making out.
Ellie pulled me into the middle of the dance floor and started dancing with me and Wilder.
The alcohol was making me think differently. Any worries of the scarred man disappeared from my mind. I wanted to have fun and let loose.
Throwing my head back, I closed my eyes and moved my body to the song.
I didn’t know how long I spent dancing. Wilder and Ellie were wrapped in each other’s arms dancing. I spotted a few cheerleaders grinding against each other.
The DJ - who had a table set up by the window - had started to play throwbacks.
Just as Beyonce’s Crazy In Love came on, a pair of big, manly hands attached themselves to my hips. I swirled around, shocked to see Jamie.
He looked hot. His blonde hair was ruffled messily like he had been running his hand through it. The white t-shirt he was wearing clung to his muscles. His hazel eyes were bright and magnetic.
“Hi,” I breathed, staring directly into his beautiful eyes. He gazed down at me with fondness.
Slowly, his eyes trailed down the length of my body. When his eyes returned to my face, I noticed they were swirling with lust. I blushed; was grateful the lights in the room meant he couldn’t see it.
“You look gorgeous,” He leaned down and muttered close to my ear. I shivered in delight at the feeling of his lips by my ear.
“Thanks,” I replied.
Boldly, thanks to the alcohol, I started dancing with him. It was actually a lot of fun. My cheeks hurt from laughing so much.
Half an hour later, both of us were out of breath so we left the dance floor and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t notice Georgia’s pleased eyes on us as we walked away, hand in hand.
Jamie handed me an empty red cup, letting me choose what drink I wanted. I decided to have a vodka coke.
He leaned against the table and studied me. “Do you remember the pool party you held when were six?”
I had to think for a moment. An image of Jamie pushing me into the pool flashed before my eyes.
“You’re talking about the time you pushed me into the pool? When I was wearing my expensive white dress?” I asked, feigning anger.
His eyes shone with amusement.
“Yeah, that one.”
“Why are you bringing it up?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Because it was the day we became friends,” He answered, stepping closer to me.
After Jamie pushed me in, he helped me out and apologized. He looked sincere. I ignored him at first which made him angry. Eventually, he cornered me and said he was sorry. He even gave me a flower he had plucked from my garden.
We became good friends after that. And then, my feelings led to something more.
I wondered if it was the same for him.
The alcohol must have been really affecting me because I pressed my body against his and asked him the question I had been wondering about for so long. “People are saying you have feelings for me. Is that true?”
I couldn’t believe I had gone and asked him that. Sober me wouldn’t have. I was a confident drunk.
Jamie stared down at me, “It is. I was planning on confessing tonight.”
My heart was pounding in my chest and my brain felt fuzzy. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol.
“You were?” I mumbled.
He nodded his head, “Yes, I was going to ask you on a date.”
“I’d like that,” I answered, smiling joyously.
He grinned back.
It was at that moment Georgia and Matt sauntered in together.
“This party’s getting pretty lame. We were thinking of ditching and sneaking into a club in the city. Want to join us?” Matt said, darting his eyes between the two of us mischievously. A smirk was planted on Georgia’s blood-red lips.
I swung my eyes back to Jamie, wondering what he wanted to do. He locked eyes with me, searching mine.
We made our way through the crowds and to Matt’s car. Apparently he was the designated driver tonight so he hadn’t had any alcohol. I hopped into the back of the convertible with Georgia whilst Jamie slid into the front. He peered over his shoulder as the car roared to life and smiled.
I didn’t feel too cold. I think it had something to do with the alcohol. Matt blasted a few rap songs through the speakers, singing the lyrics awfully.
The city was about half an hour away from our small town. It had many clubs. I had only ever snuck into one and that was a year ago, before the attack.
“Sh*t, I forgot to fill the car up earlier,” Matt cursed, scowling. He glanced behind us, annoyed with himself. “We’re going to have to stop at a gas station, guys. I think there’s one a mile away.”
We cruised down the semi-empty road, praying Matt was right. When the rusty old gas station came into view, we all released a sigh of relief.
There were only two cars at the gas station. They were both black SUV’s. We parked our car at the pump opposite the cars.
I saw a dark-skinned man filling the car with gas, a stoic expression on his handsome face.
“Be quick, Matt. I want to get into the club sometime this century,” Jamie joked, earning a fake glare from Matt. He grabbed the pump, mumbling something incoherent under his breath.
Georgia exited the car to stretch her legs. I followed suit.
It was as I was getting out of the car I felt a pair of eyes on me. A man emerged from the back of the SUV, his green eyes set on me. I locked eyes with him.
Everything around us faded. It felt like it was just me and him.
He growled softly, his eyes widening in disbelief and awe. He couldn’t seem to stop staring at me.
I was the first to look away, slightly intimidated by the extremely handsome stranger. Why would he want to look at me?
“Celeste, come on. I need to touch up my make-up,” Before I could fathom what was happening, Georgia was tugging me away from the man towards the bathroom. Jamie caught my eye, seeming oblivious to what just happened.
His eyes were embedded in my mind. I couldn’t seem to forget about them. I could still feel those eyes on me as I walked away.
I felt weird. Leaving him felt wrong. I couldn’t describe it—it felt like my soul was calling his. It was so silly I nearly snorted. I was just attracted to him. That was it. Maybe I had been watching too many teen dramas on Netflix.
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