Voorpret
"I don't really know if I can explain it. The way I felt about her far surpassed every single feeling I ever had in my life. I'd find myself getting lost in thoughts of being with her. I'd think about never leaving my house, my room….my bed. When I finally got my first taste of her lips, she was all that mattered to me."
"What do you have planned for tonight?" asked a blonde haired girl who was standing in front of a foggy locker room mirror. She was in the process of applying liberal amounts of mascara to her lashes.
"Oh, you know just Netflix and chilling with all my many suitors!" replied a tan girl from behind an old shower curtain. "Unless you happen to have any ideas that may rival my plan, Alison!" She popped her head around the curtain and looked at the girl in front of her.
"Mmmm maybe just one!" Alison replied. She reached into her bag and removed some lip-gloss. "There's a party at that new girl's house tonight." She uncapped her gloss and began moving it slowly over her lips. "Drinks and drugs! Wanna go with me?" The tan girl didn't seem to notice her question. She was too busy staring intently at Alison's reflection. The water from her shower began slowly pooling on the bathroom floor.
"Emily?" Alison met her eyes in the mirror and Emily immediately averted her gaze.
"I'm sorry, what?" Emily turned off the shower and reached for her towels.
"Party. Tonight. Are we going?" Alison pocketed her lip-gloss, swung her bag over her shoulder and faced the shower expectantly.
"Yes, of course!" said Emily. She had wrapped a towel around her chest and was roughly drying her hair with the other. Alison smiled at her best friend and took a moment to appreciate her natural beauty. She was taller than most girls their age and years of swimming toned her body in all the right places. Her dark skin perfectly complemented her golden eyes and Emily's hair cascaded down her back like a shampoo commercial.
"You really are gorgeous." Alison said, biting her lip sheepishly. Emily and Alison had been best friends for the last ten years and college roommates for the last three. In high school, they had spent a few blissful months together but ultimately decided that they worked best as friends. Alison had too much of a wandering eye and Emily was too focused on her extracurricular activities. However, the sexual tension never faded and every so often, when they had too much tequila, they'd wake up in each other's beds.
"Careful," Emily warned, a small smiling playing on her lips. "We've been down that road before." She walked over to Alison, grabbed her by the hips and pressed her body against hers.
"You're such a fucking tease," laughed Alison, her pale skin flushing with excited embarrassment.
"Only for you," winked Emily. She opened her gym bag and began shimming a pair of skintight jeans over her thighs. "I'm excited for this party though. I've seen the new girl and she's ridiculously hot."
"She's absolutely not," replied Alison. She couldn't completely obscure the hint of jealousy in her voice.
With one last look in the mirror, Alison tossed her hair and faced Emily again. "I'll see you tonight then?"
"Yes ma'am!" Emily replied. She watched Alison exit the locker room and smiled to herself. Flirting with Alison and making her flustered always gave Emily a strange sense of pride.
"Did I mentioned that you look hot AF?" asked Emily as Alison handed her a red solo cup filled to the brim with cheap beer.
"Six times and you aren't even drunk yet," Alison laughed. "Also, never say AF to me again. You're only supposed to type that." She sat next to Emily on a beat up futon and began surveying the crowd.
"Whatever, have you talked to the new chick yet?" Emily took a massive gulp of her drink and joined Alison in scanning the room.
"I haven't but I saw her in the kitchen. She's talking to Spencer and Aria about field hockey or the yearbook or something equally riveting."
Emily laughed and spilled some beer on the floor. "Ah fuck, I can't have a party foul this early in the night! I guess I'm just going to have to venture into the kitchen and find some paper towels." Emily stood up and began making her way toward the crowd.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure that spill was accidental and not just an excuse to talk to her," called Alison.
Emily smiled but choose not to respond to Alison. Instead, she focused on weaving her way through throngs of soccer players, swarms of stoners and one particularly intense gyrating couple. She walked toward Aria and Spencer who were deep in conversation with a dark haired woman.
"Eventually, I realized that Ezra was the one tormenting us for years under the alias "A" and I kicked his ass to the curb!" Aria manically laughed and drained the glass she was holding.
"Aria was seriously so brave," said Spencer as she clumsily covered her heart with a drunken hand.
"The bravest," Emily interrupted. She stepped toward the group and pulled two of her best friends into a tight hug.
"Oh my god, Emily! HI!" said Aria steadying herself against Emily's shoulders. "I missed you so much!"
"Aria, you literally saw me three hours ago at dinner. But I, of course, miss you too," Emily added after seeing Aria's face fall.
"Emily," Spencer grabbed Emily's face and turned it painfully toward her. "Have you met this amazing human being?"
Spencer motioned toward the girl who was now casually leaning against the fridge in an obvious attempt to give Spencer, Aria and Emily some privacy. Her dark hair was cropped short and her black eyes shrouded in heavy makeup. She held a solo cup in her right hand and a cell phone in her left. Her slim fitting skinny jeans disappeared into her Doc Martin's and her button-up t-shirt hugged her body perfectly. She was the definition of sex appeal.
"I haven't," replied Emily, who was completely captivated by this girl's appearance.
"Let me introduce you," squealed Aria. She tapped the girl on the shoulder to signal they were done saying hello.
The girl lifted her head politely, found Emily's eyes and stared for a moment. Then she slid her cell phone into her back pocket, smiled broadly and took a step toward Emily. She smelled strongly of Burberry perfume and had an expensive Michael Kors watch fastened to her wrist.
"Hi," the girl extended a hand toward Emily. "I'm Paige."
Voorpret: (Dutch, n.): lit. 'pre-fun'; the sense of pleasurable anticipation before a looked-forward-to event.
A/N: I just got out of a terrible, emotionally abuse relationship and am using this fan fiction as a form of therapy. Most of these events are based in fact and modeled after things I truly experienced with my ex girlfriend. It's been very cathartic writing the chapters and I hope you enjoy. Emily's thoughts reflect mine over the course of my last relationship. Enjoy!