Wolf Problems Chapter Four: The Party
"Hazel… Hazel, wake up!" Immediately, Hazel sat up -almost banging her head against a blonde one. She looked behind her where Erica stood -dressed in a short, black, leather skirt, a long sleeve shirt that hugged her body tightly, showing cleavage, and sexy heels that made her four inches taller.
Hazel's neck hurt from the ninety degree angle her head was resting in against her arms, so she tried to work that ache out as the girl rubbed her muscles.
"What?" She asked her roommate groggily, still tired. Hazel looked over at the alarm clock. "It's twelve o'clock. What do you want? And why the hell are you dressed like that?"
"One: I want you to get up and get dressed like me because two: we're going to a party!" She got that mischievous look in her eyes and a tiny curl played on her lips in the way only Erica could manage.
She tried to wrap her mind around what Erica was telling her. "No, I'm not doing that. Why the hell would you even ask me?"
Erica sighed with frustration. "Because you've been moping around the apartment nonstop over "what's-his-face"-"
"Stiles…" She interrupted Erica to correct her.
"Yeah, him. Anyway, you deserve to have some fun. That's what teens do. We go out, cause trouble, rebel, sleep all day, party all night; and so far, you've only been doing the sleeping part. Not much of a life there, is it?" Of course the question was rhetorical, so Hazel didn't bother with a response.
"I just broke up with him. I can't immediately get over that kind of relationship. He broke up with me for basically no reason. But, whatever..."
"You know what helps with moving on though? Getting out and meeting new people." Erica then helped Hazel out of the desk chair and brought the girl over to her bed. Erica sat her down in front of the closet where skin tight dresses and skirts took up most of the room.
The blond held up two dresses and compared them to Hazel. She had lost weight recently due to barely eating, her skin had become paler, and she had shadows of a half moon under each eye.
One dress was a red velvet suede that rested above mid-thigh with the sleeves cut at the elbow. The second dress was black and two inches shorter than the red one. It was strapless, low cut, and very revealing. Erica ended up shoving the red dress along with a pair of black, knee high boots into Hazel's arms.
"Erica, I really don't-" Hazel tried to plead but was cut off abruptly.
"Shut up and get dressed. You're going."
With a sigh of defeat, Hazel quickly showered and changed clothes. The blond did the brunette's makeup and hair. Quietly making their way down the steps, they were out the door by one-thirty.
The party was at some rich jock's house. It was held outside in the backyard where a pool was. Everyone had a red, plastic cup in their hand -there was even a game of beer pong going on.
Hazel sat on the wide set of steps that led to the back of the house. She watched the party going on, the people passing by, the guy with raven black hair winning another round of beer pong. Then she heard a familiar voice and was thankful.
"Haze," Renea said, using the nick-name she gave Hazel. No one had ever called her that before, so she liked it. It made the brunette feel special.
"Hey, Renea. I'm not at all surprised to see you here." Renea had started dating Scott soon after they met, so the two were around each other a lot and grew to being friends.
Renea didn't get all dolled up for the party like she and Erica did. The teenager stuck with her usual blue jeans, cotton shirt, and converse. Renea wore her hair down, letting it frame her beautiful face. She also didn't wear any makeup, not because she didn't need it, because she simply didn't want it.
"Yeah, I thought it was going to be better than this. Looks like I was wrong…"
Hazel let out a tiny laugh. "Looks like we both were. From the way Erica put it, it sounded like the party would actually be fun."
"Are they ever for people like us?" Hazel understood what the other girl meant. Renea didn't mean it in a bad way. It's just that, if you're not into beer pong or dancing between two guys you don't even know, you're not going to have any fun. Hazel took a sip of her beer before Renea grabbed the cup out of her hand and took a long sip of her own. "Let's get out of here. The party's crap, the beer is crap, and you're not having any fun."
"Yeah. I'll go tell Erica. It'll only take a second." Hazel walked over to the other beta dancing now with only one handsome guy. "Hey, Erica, I'm going to go with Renea. I'll see you later," Hazel then walked off with Renea into probably what will be the worst trouble she'd ever gotten herself into…
To be continued…
