Sophie, her face inches from her vanity mirror, put the final touches of the bright blue eye shadow on her eyes. She paused a moment to study her appearance in the mirror.
"Will you hurry up, Sophie?" Margret said.
She was wearing a tight fitting black halter top and a short jean mini-skirt. Her eyes were highlighted with purple eye shadow and blackened darkly with eyeliner and mascara.
Sophie pulled away from the mirror and reached for the tube of lipstick. "Just give me one more second," She said as she applied the deep red lipstick.
"You look hot without the make-up, alright? Let's just get going!"
"You're so impatient, Margret."
Sophie adjusted the top of her backless, tight fitting red dress and tucked her loose blonde hair behind her ear.
"I'm ready," Sophie said.
"Finally!" Margret said.
She grabbed her car keys and walked to the dorm door.
"Why are we driving? It's half a block away?" Sophie asked.
Margret rolled her eyes. "I plan on picking up a guy or two and I'm not bringing them back here."
Sophie laughed and followed her friend out of the dorm. They made their way from their spot on the second floor down to the ground level where Margret's bright red Firebird was waiting.
"This is going to be a good night, I can feel it," Margret said as she climbed into the driver's side.
"You want to get laid that bad?" Sophie asked, sliding in the passenger side.
Margret ignored her and started the car. With the radio blaring, she roared out of the parking spot and skidded through the parking lot. With the speed Margret was going, they reached the frat house within five minutes and Sophie climbed gratefully out of the car.
"Oh don't give me that look," Margret said as she shut off the car and climbed out.
"You're going to get me killed one day," Sophie replied.
"Either deal with it, or don't ride with me," Margret snapped.
"Fine, I'll walk home," Sophie said.
"Fine," Margret said and she made her way to the frat house, "I need to get me a drink."
Sophie followed her inside and, within no time, was separated in the crowd. She was able to see a couple of her friends from class and chatted with them for an hour or two.
"Sophie!" Margret's shrill voice rang out from across the room.
Sophie turned slightly to see her friend staggering over to her, an empty beer bottle in one hand and another cup of beer in the other.
"This party is so amazing!"
"You're drunk, Margret."
"And you're not! You need to get some beer in you!" Margret tried to shove her cup of beer into Sophie's hands.
"You know I don't drink," Sophie replied, pushing the cup away.
"Alright, you're loss," Margret said, giggling and staggering away.
Sophie sighed and pushed through the crowd, making her way out onto the balcony. There was only two other people there; a couple practically eating each other's face off. Sophie moved to the other end of the balcony where the music thudding inside was dimmed and she could be alone. She stared up at the stars in the sky, although it was hard to see them in the bright light coming from the room behind her.
"What are you doing out here alone?" a voice said, close to Sophie's ear, startling her.
Sophie spun around to see a tall, slightly handsome man standing with his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans. He wore an untucked, blue Oxford shirt with the first two top buttons undone. He was grinning and his dark hair hung in his bright green eyes.
"Just getting some fresh air," Sophie replied.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," the man said as he moved closer to Sophie, leaning against the railing, "My name's Trevor."
"Abigail," Sophie responded immediately. It was her middle name, but she usually only gave it out to people she didn't know.
"Abigail, what a pretty name," Trevor said, "But it doesn't seem to suit you. You look more like a Jill, or a Tracy."
Sophie shrugged. "That's the name I was given; I'm not going to change it."
"Would you, though? If you could?"
"Don't know."
"You go to college here?" Trevor asked.
"Yeah."
"What grade are you in?"
"Freshman."
Trevor chuckled. "Fresh meat."
Sophie nodded. "I've been getting that a lot."
"You'll get used to it," Trevor said, "I'm a Junior so it's been a while for me."
"Wow, a Junior," Sophie said.
"Yeah, say, did you walk here?"
"No, I drove."
"You got a car?"
"Yeah," Sophie replied, suddenly feeling nervous; this guy was giving her the creeps, "Listen, I need to go."
"Alright, later," Trevor said.
Sophie moved past him quickly and hurried back into the heart of the party. She looked around for Margret and saw her with her arm around a guy, walking toward the door. She was giggling and there was a full bottle of beer in her hands. Sophie sighed; she rarely wanted to ride with Margret when she was sober, being drunk would be even worse.
"Margret!" she called out anyway.
Margret turned around, her eyes glassy. "Sophie! I'm checking out, see you later!"
"No, wait, could you give me a ride back to the dorm?"
Margret's eyes narrowed. "Why should I? I'm not going back and I thought we established you were going to walk home."
"I know, but I changed my mind. Please, just drop me off at the door," Sophie pleaded.
"It wouldn't be too much trouble," the guy in Margret's arms.
"Alright, fine, come on," Margret said.
Sophie sighed with relief and followed Margret and the guy out to her car. She looked over her shoulder as she did, but there was no sign that Trevor had followed her. Still, she was glad that she was playing it safe, instead of something much worse happening to her.