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CHAPTER 2
"So what do you think Cindy's doing with Nick right now?" Brittany. asked the girls, twisting her golden locks in to two perfect braids.
"Well, whatever it is, it's probably better than our lives," Mel answered. "Betty, toss me that tube of mascara…no not that one, the black one."
"At least we'll be partying with Tyler," Betty cooed, tossing the mascara across the room to Mel. Mel tried to hide her smile as she untwisted the cap and applied a tenth layer of the black gunk to her eyelashes.
"I don't know what her deal is though," Mel continued, twisting the cap back on her mascara and setting it on the dressing table. She ran her fingers through her straight, silky brown hair. "She's been acting really weird for a while."
"She's just getting used to her new boyfriend I'm sure," Betty replied, trying to keep logic in the situation. "I mean, she is dating Nick Dean. He takes some getting used to."
"You would know," Brittany muttered.
"What?"
"Uh…I said we should go. Don't wan to be late to the party." The girls agreed and walked out of the house and down the street towards Tyler's house. They walked through the front door, greeted by the pulsing bass of the stereo cranked up to full volume.
"Hey girls!" Tyler called over a mass of people, "Glad you could make it! There's drinks over there if you want." He gestured over to a bar-type area. "Help yourselves."
"There's no, uh, alcohol in those drinks, is there?" Betty asked timidly.
"Not if you don't want there to be," Tyler answered. "Hey Mel! While you're up, there's something I want to show you." Mel all but passed out with excitement and she followed Tyler through a mass of people and disappeared.
"Wonder what he has in mind," Brittany said aloud as she and Betty wandered over to get something to drink. About an hour into their being there, a disgruntled blonde came bursting through the door and running over to them.
"Suh-sorry I'm luh-late," Cindy panted.
"Oh Cindy," Betty said slyly, examining Cindy's messy hair and wrinkled clothing. "How was your date with Nick?" Cindy sat on the stool next to Betty.
"Amazing," she sighed. Images of their bodies entwined came back into her head. She bit her lip at the reminder of how soft and sweet his were. "It was probably the best night of my life."
"Really?" Brittany slurred. She was obviously on the brink of, or completely drunk. "I don't think that really happened."
"Why do you say that?" Cindy asked, wringing her hands together nervously. Brittany pointed a lopsided finger into the mass of people dancing in the middle of the room.
"Because Nick's been here the whole time."
