EDITED: Second Draft as of 11/28/15
I don't know what I had expected after getting up from the chair with a look of awe. My jaw was halfway to the floor and my eyes had glazed over at the sight of the tragedy on my head. No, a thousands time, NO. In cases like these you'd expect the customer to be happy with their hair and maybe even offer a shy smile. Then there were those people that would say they loved it completely before going home and crying at the awful mistake they'd made.
I fit into neither of those categories and I wasn't afraid to say it, no matter the person.
"You call yourself a hair dresser?" Breathing heavily, my words come out more of a wheeze than actual tones. Lauren stares intently while the pride that lingered in her eyes slowly dulled as she stared at me blankly. Almost too consumed in her 'masterpiece' to realize it had actually made a person tear up.
There wasn't a single spot that didn't look damaging. My once normal-maybe a little lanky-hair has turned into what looked like an extreme case of bedhead after being drunk the night before. When it once reached just underneath my shoulders, it was now almost to my waist as the extensions she'd put in offered not only that, but also the extremely obnoxious puff around the top.
"It's called teasing, silly," she giggled before throwing a hand on her hip and raking the comb once again through my knotted and twisted strands. The color was evening different. Okay, maybe the dirty blonde was called dirty for a reason, but I had actually happened to grow used to it. The platinum that had an ombre into a dusty strawberry was not the look I was going for.
"Sure, whatever floats you boat but don't expect me to leave you a good review," she dared flashed a grin before sauntering off to where Marlene was sitting contently reading a magazine on 'So You Want To Be A Teen Mom?'. I knew it was just for show, but the old lady sitting across from her must not have felt the same given that her face mirrored that of Edvard Munch's 'The Scream' identically.
Four hours later I look into Christina's full mirror where I see what I actually look like. I'm in the white dress she got me I have to admit I do look sexy and it shows of my curves really well and the heels make me look taller which thins out my body. Then my hair since it's so long make my waist look smaller which lets my chest be bigger. Christina really knows how to make a girl noticeable. I see Lynn walking down the stairs in a dark blue one strap dress that go to her knees, with black ball flats. Then Christina in a red strapless dress that goes to the ground with brown sandals. Then Marlene whose wearing a black half sleeve with a neck line dress that goes also to her knees with black heels.
"Come on girls let's go to that party!" Lynn shouts looking so happy in her dress.
We answer her back in all cheers. As we head out the door to Lynn's car. With still no idea on which way this was planning to ho, I practically was drowning in the anxiety to come. It doesn't take long for us to grapple inside and sit down on the blanketed seats. Still self-conscious over the length of the dress, I run my fingers between the fabric and can do nothing more than pray it doesn't give everyone a show of the pink underwear I'm wearing. Just the thought makes me shiver as Marlene slightly nudges my side with one of her famous grins coveting the edges of her cheeks. Of everything she as the least expected to force me into this slutty outfit. Even when I examined the clothes once more before having put them on, she was there, waiting on edge for me to slip up so she could wrangle me into the cloth.
Just watching her squeeze the skin between my wrist and palm made sweat form on the edge of my temples.
When the car comes to a rolling stop at the base of a mansion I'm half dazed in wonder on why we stopped here. Maybe they needed to grab something from inside before we continued on, but no. My eyes widen when I see two teens stumbled from the door, sending a wave of way too loud music crashing our way. My heart speeds up at the thought of both Uriah and Zeke living in the boisterous palace of a home. My eyebrows raise until they're shaking hands with my hairline as Christina signals for everyone to get out so Lynn can find a spot in the swarm of cars that seemed to be crowding the road. I wouldn't be surprised if someone got in an accident even if the car wasn't in gear.
Taking a deep breath, I pull myself up and smooth down the dress. Walking doesn't seem like an option with my half swollen feet from the 'one-size-too-small-shoes' but I knew there was no other choice with everything else that was happening. Christina doesn't even bother to knock before entering the house completely and making a waft of alcohol sting my noise. My eyes scrunch up to keep the tears from falling and all in all, I look like a sad hooker who didn't get that extra hundred.
Zeke is standing by the door and leaning against the railing that eventually led to a spiraling staircase when we enter. His hair is smoothed back enough and his clothes fit him perfectly as he takes small sips from his red cup which was most likely filled with a liquid substance unknown to him. As my gaze moves farther into the room, Uriah is holding onto a plant like it's his last dying wish with a face green enough that it appears he'll be puking before the hours up.
When the older brother spots us, a flicker of mischief reaches his eyes as he waltzes closer with a slight perk to his step. Not expecting what happens next, I tense up as Zeke squeezes me into a hug that's practically killer. Struggling for breath, Marlene snickers behind me. He smells like pine cones and rhubarb and I hesitantly find myself leaning in just to get more of the scent.
Lynn walks in just in time to drag Zeke of me which causes a few girls who were watching from the side to glare in my direction. Putting up a small hand signal to tell them all was good, they turn around and continue to mingle among themselves with small chatters, one in which I heard my name followed by something else bitter. Uriah finally notices our presence and makes his way towards us. His coloring looks better but has been replaced with a rouge red across his cheeks and neck.
"What Uriah, never seen a girl in a dress before?" Lynn smirks, taunting him to respond with something just as menacing.
"Oh shut your bloody mouth Lynn," Uriah rolls his eyes, making a point to huff out a breath. "I just haven't seen Tris is a dress."
The pounds of makeup that were smeared across my face finally come useful when I find myself blushing. Hard. Almost as if Zeke just noticed me, he turned around with a contempt look but his jaw drops not a second less when he gives a once over. I know what he's going to say before it leaves his lips and I can feel the burning gaze of everyone else in our little squad all directed towards me.
"Damn Tris, it looks like you just... Damn," Zeke says still gaping at my form.
"Thanks Zeke, but you should really be thanking Christina over here, she pretty much forced me into this tiny thing." Just saying her name makes me want to punch her in the jugular.
Everyone else that had been dancing around the room, grinding on inanimate objects and making out with a lamp that had the name tag Sasha all stopped what hey were doing and looked towards us. Some went back to their wondering but others stared longer than my liking. Yeah, this was one of those times I wish I could disappear into the surroundings and turn into a chameleon.
"Well thanks Christina because now I have the privilege to stare at her," Uriah gleams, his white teeth coming to show as he tries to disguise the oncoming havoc that will be caused due to me. Although I know I could hold my own if it came down to stools being thrown or random men that looked like they just joined a sports club for the mafia, trying to take advantage of me, that doesn't mean I wouldn't try to disregard it for ever being an option. For Zeke to be allowed to stare at me seems like a harmless thing to anyone else, besides me. It was just the gateway for more.
"Uriah Pedrad, we're only ladies, have some self respect! If you can't, do it for us," Marlene grumbles, hitting Uriah playfully on the head with her sparkly clutch. I can't help but slightly be at ease as I watch the group of friends hand out like they've been doing this for ages. Which they were. I was just the new girl they were taking pity on because I had a nice rack and sparkling eyes. At least, that's what happened at the last school I was forced to attend. I'd transferred during winter break into the middle school and my life was a holy hell from the start. Even then I hadn't fully entered puberty but the popular people had already reached their ultimate reign of authority over everyone else they considered peasants. After seeing them act like this around me, so comfortable, it was hard to tell if they really meant it. So instead I just let the thought loose from my mind for the time being and hope the party could actually be as great as I'd imagine one of my first house parties to be.
I smile at Uriah which he returns in an instant and I cross my fingers secretly.
EDITING ENDS HERE - 11/28/2015
Zeke shows us around some more, like where the kitchen and the bathroom is and stuff like that. When Uriah takes my hand when no ones looking and leads me off some where.
"Hey Tris, you really do look good." He says
"Thank again Uriah." This time I can't hide my blush. I just can't believe I'm actually friends with this so god damn hot guy!
He leans over and whispers something in my ear. "I'm really happy Christina made you wear that."
He did not just say that! Man.. I need to have Chris dress me more often. I can't stop looking into Uriah eyes they're just so easy to get lost in, and his lips, his lips look so soft just image- DAMN PHONE!
"Sorry Uriah my damn phones' ringing." I say get up from the couch, I didn't realize but we were so close, close enough that I could easily be sitting in his lap.
I look at the caller ID and see that Jake is calling me. Ugh, I know that we are together but does he have to ruin the moment... Tris no, you can't say that Uriah is just a friend. Now shut up and answer your phone!
"Hello," I say into the phone.
"Hey Trissy, I tried texting you but you didn't reply so I was getting worried." Jake says with real worry in his voice.
"Yea sorry bout that, my friend invited me to a party and we went out shopping for dresses and well if you met her you would understand." I say smiling at the thought of Christina rolling out of the car.
"Oh okay, was the party for only people at your new school?" Jake asks sounding a little hurt.
"Well I don't know really he just invi-" Jake cuts me off.
"Wait, he just invited you?"
"Yes you might be surprised but I do have friends that are guys." I say repeating the words Uriah said to me earlier.
"Well, what's his name?" Jake says getting a little aggravated.
"Well there's Uriah,Zeke,Will,Four and Al." I say counting off the guys she met at lunch. "Why do you ask?"
"I'm your boyfriend that's why I ask." He says getting a little snappy with her. "And I don't want you to hang out with them!"
"You can't tell me who to hang out with and they're my friends and I'm going to hang with them." I fire back.
What the hell doesn't Jake trust me enough to have guy friends?
"Fine then, Tris I'm sorry I'm just on edge thinking that you'll dump me over a asshole jock."
"Well a matter of fact, that asshole jock your so worried about is one of my friends, and he has a name. It's Four."
"Four what the hell is that kinda name? And he's just trying to get you into his bed."
"I can't believe you just said that! How rude of you not all jocks are shitty. Four is actually really good. And he plays is for the game not the popularity and the girls." I scream at him.
I think I'm getting too loud I should head outside to continue this talk. I walk out to the front lawn and start leaning against Lynn's car.
"Please Tris, you really think that's how it is?" Jake says back like she's a small child.
"How dare you," I can't help the tears that are falling from my eyes.
"Okay fine he might be nice, but what about that Zeke Uriah and other guys, what about them huh?"
"They are awesome friends and you just need to leave me alone for a while okay?"
"Oh god Tris I'm not trying to hurt or make you upset but you need to face the facts sooner or later. And I want it to be sooner so you won't get hurt." Jake tries to explain.
"Okay, I get it." I say so he'll just shut up, of course I don't mean it!
"Good." Jake says, "When you're done partying send pictures, it's nice to imagine you having a good time."
"Okay," I say just to get him to hang up. I wipe my tears that have splashed over from my eyes. He is so over any guy that doesn't trust me to have friends that are guys doesn't deserve me. He said he wants pictures of me having fun? Oh he's going to get pictures of me having the time of my life.
I walk back inside after fixing myself up a little so you can't tell I was crying. I quickly find Will and Uriah in the corner of the living room, and they quickly spot me too.
"Hey Tris, who was that on the phone?" Will asks. He must have noticed me get up.
"Oh that was just my boyfriend Jake." I say I look over at Uriah who has a hurtful expression. I really should had said something to him sooner but I just couldn't besides he's gonna be gone in a week at the latest.
"You never told me you have a boyfriend Tris." Uriah says looking disappointed.
"Well he's not going to be for long." I say looking down at my shoes. "He doesn't trust me to have friends the are guys."
"Oh Tris I'm sorry," Uriah says giving me a hug.
"It's fine I wanted to dump him before I moved schools but I just couldn't find the heart to tell him, so we tried to make it work. But it's not going too well."
"It'll all be cool soon." Will says looking like he really does understand.
"Yeah, thanks." I answer him silently thanking him for understanding. "He said he wants me to send pictures of me having fun so he can look at them. Such a dork sometimes."
"Yeah... that's strange." Al says out of no where.
"Oh hey Al." I say acknowledging that he's here.
"Yo, little bro." Zeke says swinging his arm a crossed my neck. "Did you invite Tris for the after party?" I can clearly tell he's been drinking. His breath smells of it heavily.
"Oh yea, must have forgot." Uriah says blushing. It's so cute to watch him blush.
"Yeah Tris, when everyone goes home the gang that was sitting at the table always stays over for the night and we play truth-or-dare and that kinda shit." Zeke says looking like he's about to tip over.
"Sure I'll stay, but Zeke it looks like your going to fall from a drinking overload." I say trying not to laugh.
"Ya dude come on let me lead ya to the couch." Will says taking Zeke's hand.
"Wow I just love your brother, he so much more awesome then my nerdy one." I say looking at Uriah.
"Thank, but we still have our ups and downs." Uriah smirks. "Even though I can't wait till it's a lot more quieter, we still must enjoy this one."
"Oh really!?" I say trying to make a joke. "Well, if we must." I huff out air.
"Oh come on, it's not like you'll die." Uriah says smiling at me.
And I smile back.
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"Okay everyone who is not a friend and I barely even know you, get the hell out of my house!" Zeke screams while standing on a table.
Some how Christina managed to find me while I was dancing with Four. Yes I know right me, dancing with Four. I think he wanted to dance with me because he said that he 'accidentally' heard my whole conversation with Jake, and was flattered that I stood up to him instead of calling him an asshole jock. I'm pretty sure he wasn't flattered and was just using it as an excuse to dance with me. You know what I don't care! I was dancing with Four for gods' sake!
"Okay who's ready for a little game of beautiful Truth-or-dare." Uriah says acting like the world lives around that game.
Everyone just shouts and screams out of joy of the game.
"Okay but first since it's a little unfair that the girls have dresses on we made sure that Christina packed shorts and T-shirts for all of you guys." Will says walking around like a command soldier.
"Wait, why would it effect us that we're wearing dresses?" I ask, I never really played truth-or-dare, but when I did it was always something stupid like 'I dare you to eat tin jellybeans.'
"My dear Tris, have you ever played Truth-or-dare before?" Four says while putting his arm around me. (Man, I got me some touchy friends.)
"Well.. no not really." I say kinda scared at what their reactions are gonna be after I told them that.
Everyone just stares at me luck I'm a total nut job. Then Zeke cuts them off. "Well then I guess we must play." He has a wicked look in his eye, but I like it.
All the girls are done changing into what ever clothes Christina decided to bring them. I'm in a tight fitting low-rise neckline T-shirt and pajama shorts that go up to my thigh.
"Okay, so let's begin!" Zeke shouts out. "My house so I'll start first."
"Tris, Truth or dare?"
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