"Are you ready to go, O? Clarke?" I call from the hallway around the sheet that's covering Octavia's doorway. I tried to fix the door but it broke too much when I kicked it down so I have to actually go buy a new. Octavia was not happy to say the least, but she'll get over it.
"Yes, just one sec." O's voice comes through the sheet and I hear her let out a gasp.
"Yes, it's perfect!" She says and then I hear Clarke give her a humble "thanks". I know that her head is bowed a little and she is blushing.
"What's perfect?" I ask, finally not able to wait any longer.
"Ready to see my masterpiece?" Octavia peeks her head around the sheet to look at me.
"Yes, just hurry." I say in what she probably takes as impatience when really I'm just trying to not let my hands shake from the nerves caused by a certain beauty in her room. I want to see her in that dress again, but I also hope to all heavens that she is wearing something else. I know for sure if she's not then I will end up in the hospital tonight; that or jail.
"Okay, me first." Octavia saunters out in the silver shirt I got her for her birthday. It goes farther down on one side to her mid-thigh while the shorter side ends at her hip. I picked it out because it's not very revealing so I don't have to worry about her as much. She also has on black leggings that have silver designs down the side. Personally I'd prefer she wear sweats and a hoodie, but it's not as bad as some of her other clothes. She jumps forward to give me a peck on the cheek.
"Thank you, Bell. I look amazing!" She hugs me again and that's when the sheet is pulled back to reveal Clarke. My heart starts racing and adrenaline rushes through my veins.
"You look beautiful." I say and Octavia who doesn't know that Clarke has come out of the room thanks me. Clarke bows her head and I can see a blush just like I imagined.
"And Clarke, words can't describe your beauty." I say and have no idea where the words have come from. If anyone had heard me say that I'd probably be a dead man.
"Thank you." She smiles up at me. "You look great yourself."
I look down at my dark jeans that could probably use a wash, my black shirt, and leather jacket and know she's just being kind. Sure, I'm aware of the fact that girls find me attractive, but I'm nothing compared to her.
I let my eyes wander for just a moment. I take in the red top that she has on that still goes down more than I'd like it to and it holds to her curves a little too perfectly. Her dark jeans look like they were made for her. And she is almost as tall as me with the red heels that she has on. I have no idea how she is standing, let alone walking in them. What I know is I like it. I notice a slight bulge on at her left ankle but don't ask about it.
"Let's go party already!" Octavia grabs Clarke's hand and mine. She tugs us to the door and Clarke laughs.
When we get to the house the music is pumping so loudly that we can barely hear ourselves while yelling inside the car. I'm driving and the girls are in the back of the car.
"No drinks from anyone except me, got it?" I shout at them both. They nod their heads in agreement. "And O, only one beer and then you switch to any pop or water that you want!"
"I'm eighteen, Bell, I can take care of myself."
"You're not getting out of this car until you agree." I click the lock on the door.
"Fine. One beer and a shot." She gives me a pleading smile.
"Deal, but only because it's your birthday." I unlock the doors and we get out.
Octavia runs into the house already talking to some of her friends. Clarke walks after her a little slower. I grab her hand before she gets inside. "Hey, be careful okay. People can get pretty rowdy here."
"Just like at any other party." She nods her head though when I don't let go of her arm. "And don't worry about O. I'll keep an eye on her. You look like you need to loosen up and have some fun."
With that she walks away and I am left watching her hair swish across her back. I grab a beer from Miller's hand as he walks out of the house and down it in one drink.
"I guess I'm going to go get a beer. Want one?" He asks in an irritated voice.
"No, I'm good man." I follow him into the house.
