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~Friday’s POV~
Monday–as usual–got a say on what I should wear. I just sighed and fiddled with my pixie-cut black hair. It had grown a lot; it reached my shoulders and didn’t spike anymore. I required it cut it soon. Maybe I’d go to the hair-cut lady tomorrow when Dad knew we had been alive. I let out one more grumbled sigh and watched as small Thursday twirled around in a recently bought skirt, courtesy of Monday.
Monday had acted a bit weird when she picked out my clothes. She was mumbling to herself, smacking her forehead with all the heel of her palm, sighing. It was weird; Monday was a bit too peppy–she was a cheerleader at our new school, I remember–to grumble even though she picked out clothes for a party. When I asked her what was wrong, she smiled a bit and brushed it off. But I knew one thing was messing with her. I just didn’t know WHAT.
Ten minutes later, Monday had my outfit and clothes picked out. She said she didn’t need to coax any boys because I was dating Patrick, but whoa.
My hair had two small clippies shaped like Xs–I found this weird, given that Lady Gaga put those more than her boobs throughout a concert and it was female chromozone: Double X. I had a white and black plaid silk choker about my throat, with a cross hanging on it. My bra showed off under my clothes. Covering it was an off-the-shoulder shirt that was red and black plaid on the chest with total black ripped sleeves, with what looked like red dog collars just above my elbows. It didn’t reach my stomach, leaving my well-tones stomach revealed to the world, and had white trimming on the throat and stomach endings, along with a red tie. Then there was a red and black plaid skirt that went half-thigh, with several hardy belts on it that both weighed me down and jingled when I walked. There was some black chiffon under it, only a few layers so it did not poof out a lot when I walked. Then I wore my favorite black boots.
I gaped at the reflection in the mirror. Monday had put on water-proof basic make up. Mascara, eyeliner, a bit of eyeshaow, and some dark red–REALLY dark–lip gloss.
Monday beamed at my transformation. “You like it?”
I looked over at her. “Molly, if Patrick sees me wearing this, he’s going to throw me more than his shoulder and lock me in his bedroom!” She giggled. “And if he sees me in this while going to a party which will have beer, he’s going to beat the shi–” I saw that Tesla was within listening range, “–taki mushrooms out of any guy who so a lot as looks at me, then take me back here and throw me more than his shoulder and lock me in his bedroom!” Both of my blood sisters were laughing, Tesla looked confused. Ah, to be young and innocent. She’s going to look back at this in ten years and go, “OH, so That’s what she was talking about!” But for now she giggled with my sisters despite the fact that she had no clue what we were talking about.
Molly smiled and threw me her duster. I put it on, noticing it covered each part of my physique except for my throat and head. “See? All far better!”
I sighed and noticed what they had been wearing.
Monday was wearing a cute pink bikini below a black leather jacket plus a black skirt, she also wore cute black heels. Tuesday was wearing a dark green bikini with frogs on it, while covering it was a light green tank best and some dark short-shorts, with some nice dark boots. Jane was wearing a dark blue two-piece below a blue tube leading and some dark short-shorts that would have been ruled out to Daisy Duke for being too tiny, together with half-calf black boots with a lot of straps. Lennette was wearing a basic black bikini using a black tank leading and some dark skinny jeans.
Jackie was dressed in a sweatshirt for Harvard and some baggy jeans, because she’d watch Tesla while we had been gone. She had already engaged Tesla with some Barbie Dolls, generating them move and speak as if they were real. It was so cute.
I blew Jackie a kiss, which she winked to in return, and went out with my buddies, not operating into anybody as we walked out. Monday seemed happy about that.
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The party was, properly, packed. Sweaty folks had been grinding on eachother, clearly so drunk they did not know their own names, couples had been creating out within the pool, and some had been laughing and going inside to one of the bedrooms.
This is what I required for my last day of freedom. I wasn’t going to be like the girls who’d wake up inside the morning and see a total stranger in bed beside them, but hey, what the hell, I’ll have a couple of drinks and Tues would drive us property.
Shane met us following I had two or three drinks. Did I know what those drinks were? No, but I was feeling no discomfort.
He was dressed in a loose white shirt and some dark jeans. He looked hot, but I was nonetheless faithful. I’m not that drunk. Just tipsy. Shane grinned at me, obviously checking out what I was wearing. I had given Monday her coat back right after my initial drink. “Nice party, huh?”
I gave him a drunk grin. “Yeah. Fucking awesome!”
Shane chuckled. “How drunk are you currently? Lindsey Lohan drunk?”
I leaned heavily against the privacy fence. “I’m… not… that drunk…” I slurred.
Shane rolled his eyes. “Yeah, correct. That’s why you’re tripping more than your own two feet. How a lot of drinks have you had?”
I rolled my eyes and walked away, not answering his question. Another guy got me a drink. I grinned and took it, enjoying as the liquid burned down my throat. It tasted horrible, but the tipsy feeling was awesome. Some person grabbed my ass, appropriate below the skirt. Rather of yelping for assist, I truednto the guy and grinned drunkenly. “Sorry, it’s for looks only. You’ll be able to appear, but no touching.” I took his hand off and walked away.
Shane was watching, seeking afraid for a moment. Oh, come on! It wasn’t that large of a deal! I was suddenly inside the pool, the identical guy with his hand up my skirt had thrown me in the pool. Jack ass. Shane held his hand out to me and helped me out of the pool. I was shivering, since it was only within the seventies. Shane kicked the guy in the–you know–ad helped me walk away.
“Come on, I’ll go get you some clean clothes,” he offered, throwing a glare at the guy on the ground. He didn’t look like he was breathing. Does it hurt that considerably?
I just nodded and let Shane take me into among the unoccupied rooms in the house. These rooms should have that voice-proof glas or some thing simply because I didn’t hear a factor except for the voices and music outside. Shane looked via a few drawers and got a pair of jeans a size or two to huge.
“I’ll try to find you a shirt,” he stated although walking out. I stripped the clingy clothes off of me, laying them on the bathroom floor. I grabbed a towel and tried to dry myself off, which was hard with my hair and bra and underwear soaked. I strung out my hair, taking the clips out. My hair was wavy and in a wild mess, but I actually did not care. I closed the bathroom door out of pure habit, and tried to get on the jeans. They were okay, but they hung low to my hips and showed off my lavender underwear. I blushed and put my dripping boots within the bathroom as properly with my other clothes, then shut the door once more. I was shivering and my fingers and toes had been numb. My toed pressed against the dark wood of the bedroom’s floor, not receiving and warmth in return. My hair dripped from my scalp to my chin, falling to the floor.
Shane walked in. He looked at my bra and blushed. Obviously he did not need to walk in on this scene. He was carrying a plain gray T-shirt in his hand, an unopened Coke bottle in the other. He blushed harder when I just looked at him rather of covering myself up.
I crossed my arms more than my chest. Shane walked more than, his cheeks nonetheless dark red, and handed me the T-shirt with no a word. He turned to leave, but I stopped him. “Um, Shane?” He looked at me, specifically my face. I blushed harder. “Can you, uh, help me?” He seemed to have noticed my barely blue fingers. He took the shirt and began to bundle it over my head.
If I wasn’t drunk, I would have noticed a pair of eyes watched us at that very moment, watching Shane as he tugged the shirt on my body. I was facing the door, and Shane’s back was the only factor in view against it. It would have looked like Shane was taking my shirt off, rather than putting it on me since I was numb and drunk.
I heard a muffled voice as the door. “I can’t think this,” it murmured. I looked around Shane and saw who had been secretly watching.
Oh. My. God.