BAD REP(42)

“Just let Cira do it, the girl is a genius,” Gracie said, pulling her own outfit out of one of the bags.

“Cute,” I commented, looking at Gracie's yellow summer dress that would wrap around her chest.  Cira plugged in the two inch curling iron and I tried not to groan.  I liked wearing my hair straight.  I wasn't one to change up my style too much. I knew I looked good how I was.

But my friends were determined, so I gave in.  “Now hold still, I don't want to burn you,” Cira warned as she started winding chunks of my hair around the hot iron.  The next twenty minutes were punctuated only with Cira's orders for me to move my head this way and that.  After she finished with my hair, she started doing my make-up.  And I had to admit, it was kind of fun to be pampered.  Finally, she declared that she was finished.

I looked in the mirror and I gaped in surprise.  I didn't even look like me.  My long hair fell in a mass of waves around my shoulders and my make up, while less subtle than I was used to, looked good.  Cira had ringed my eyes in liner, giving them a smoky look that made them stand out.  She had used more coats of mascara than I typically did, but she had made my normally short eyelashes look much longer.

My lips were red and full and kissable, if you asked me.  Not that I planned on kissing anyone, but still.  “Damn, lady.  You clean up nice!” Gracie piped up from behind me.  She had changed into her dress and she looked adorable.  She was in the process of putting her hair in a complicated updo.

I got to my feet and gave Cira a hug.  “Thanks,” I said sincerely.

“No, prob.  You look good enough to eat,” she teased, pulling on the hem of my shirt so that my chest popped out even more than it already did.

My friends finished getting ready and when they were done, it was time to leave.  Riley had returned to her spot on the couch and looked up when we came into the living room.  “You guys look nice,” she said, though I could hear the sarcasm.

Gracie grinned, obviously not picking up on Riley's lack of sincerity.  “Thanks, Riley.”

“Let's go.  I'm ready to get my party on,” Cira called out from the front door.  Riley tossed me my keys from the coffee table.  I had offered to be sober sister tonight.  Since all of the girls would be at the party, I didn't have to sit at home waiting for them to call me.

It was hard not to get excited with Gracie and Cira blasting One Direction and singing as loud as they could.  The girls had started pre-gaming in the apartment while we were getting ready and they were already good and lit.

We pulled into the driveway of the house Jordan shared with two of his Pi Sig brothers.  It was a good sized two story home, three blocks from campus.  There were people everywhere.  “This is going to be awesome!” Gracie cheered, climbing out of my back seat.

We made our way up to the front door.  Olivia swung it open and gave each of us a hug.  “More of my sisters!  Yeah!!!”  She hung on my arm as though I could help her stay upright.  Jeesh, I had never realized Olivia was such a sloppy drunk.

Looking around as we made our way inside, I felt bad for Jordan and his roommates having to clean this up in the morning.  The place was already thrashed.  There was a group of people around the pool table in the living room using it to play beer pong.  Drinks were getting knocked over and the green felt was soaked.

There were Solo cups everywhere and puddles on the floor from people spilling their drinks.  The couches had been tipped onto their backs and shoved to the wall to make room for dancing.  Gracie pulled on my hand and led me into the kitchen.

A wave of smoke hit me as I walked in and I could see a couple of guys at a table smoking a joint.  I waved my hand in front of my face and coughed.  It smelled like a skunk.  There were three kegs and a plastic kiddie pool filled with Jungle Juice in the corner.

I took a beer, just so I'd have something in my hands and waited while Gracie and Cira got their beverages.  “Maysie Ardin, lookin' fine.” I rolled my eyes as I looked over my shoulder at Gio Bovalina , one of Jordan's roommates and the guy Gracie had her eye on.

He was cute in a Guido kind of way with his black hair slicked back off of his forehead and his polo shirt with the popped up collar.  Personally, I didn't see the attraction. I thought he was kind of a sleaze.  He flirted with anything that moved.

And his eyes were currently trained on my chest.  I pointed to my eyes.  “I'm up here, Gio,” I said dryly.