Demi's point of view:
After school I go over to Selena's house to get ready for the party at Nick's house. I just sit on the bed and watch her fret over what to wear. She pulls out four short dresses and holds each one up to her.
"Which one do you think Dems?" she asks.
"They will all look amazing on you Selena," I reassure her, "You look hot no matter what."
Selena laughs and finally decides on a short black dress with a bow cut out in the back. She throws on a pair of light pink pumps. She really does look amazing. She has the type of body that can pull anything off. She stands in the mirror and examines herself and then she turns to me.
"Alright, now let's get you ready!" She squeals in excitement. David must have slipped her some drugs after school because she is in a much better mood than she was all day.
"Sel, I'm fine with what I'm wearing now. Really."
She crinkles her nose at me and goes fishing through her closet. She finally comes back out with a peach bodycon dress that has a cutout in the front that is clearly meant for someone with cleavage. I don't have cleavage.
"Selena, I do not have boobs to fill that out."
Selena puts the dress down on the bed and comes back out with a nude bra.
"It's a bombshell bra. It'll make your boobs look two cup sizes bigger."
I sigh and take the dress and the bra and get dressed. When I'm done, Selena looks at me and claps.
"You look mighty fine!" She exclaims as she goes back into her closet a final time. She tosses me a pair of peach wedges and I slide them on.
Selena also does my makeup for me. She puts on a layer of light brown eye shadow, gives me a winged eyeliner look, and applies a nude lipstick. When we're finally ready to go, I look like I'm attending a movie premier, not a house party.
By the time that we get to the party there is already so many people there. Selena and I walk up the front steps and stroll right in. I don't see Trace at first but when I do, I wish that I hadn't. He's in the middle of the living room grinding with some slut.
"What a douche," Selena mumbles as she pulls me in the opposite direction towards the kitchen. She grabs two cups of who knows what and hands one to me. I chug it down immediately. I need something to take this pain away. My throat burns and I acknowledge that what I just chugged was most definitely vodka. I grab another cup and slug that one down too. I have a third drink in hand and Selena pulls me into the Great room which is basically like another living room. We dance like crazy and soon afterwards Miley joins us.
"What's up with Trace?" she asks, "Did you guys' breakup or something?"
"No," I say quietly, "Your brother is just an ass sometimes."
Miley laughs, "Yeah, he sure is! You could do so much better!"
I laugh too but deep inside it hurts.
"Wanna go take a hit in the bathroom?" Selena asks, realizing that I'm unhappy.
I nod my head in agreement and follow her to the upstairs bathroom. After we're done, I feel so much better. I start to head for the stairs but I bump into somebody. I look up and I see the hottest guy probably alive. He has beautiful hazel eyes, bushy eyebrows that suit his face, and he's just hot. He completely throws me off guard.
"I-I'm sorry," I stutter as I lean against the wall for support. I'm a little tipsy by now.
He just shakes his head and goes back in the room that he was walking out of. I don't know why he was so rude to me but I don't appreciate it. Did I look ugly or something? I sigh in frustration. Why do I even care? I have Trace. Then I remember that Trace doesn't care about me all that much.
Selena and Miley walk out of the bathroom now laughing.
"Hey guys does Nick have a brother?" I ask, still staring at the door that he just walked out of.
"Yeah he has three," Miley answers confused, "Why what's up?"
"I just bumped into one of them," I explain, and I tell them which door he came out of.
"Oh that was Joe," Miley states, "He's not big into partying. He's nice but he's really responsible and mature and that kind of stuff. No fun."
I nod my head but I can't help but think about Joe for the rest of the night. I hope I bump into him again sometime. Is it bad that I want that? I'm a taken girl. I need to stop this right now. I'm being unfaithful. Well does it count if I'm unfaithful in my mind? Ugh. Whatever. This needs to stop.
But what if I don't want it to? What if I want more?
