About an hour ago, I went over to Selina's. Today was the party! eeek, I can't begin to describe how excited I was. My outfit was simple, pony tail, a white shirt withs jeans. Tick Tock Tick Tock. The sound was driving me insane, eight o'clock and the girls weren't even trying to get ready. The party was going to start any second now. Where were they you ask? Well, Selina was in the other room taking a cat nap while Pamela was still in the shower. I was the only one remotely ready for this party. Luckily, I was well prepared for this nerve recking boredom. My journal was awaiting me:

Party's the social gatherings of high school. It's almost impossible or incredibly saddening if you've never been invited to one. Parties give any person curious to the inside world of high school a sneak peak. They let people see into each other's lives outside of school. The people who care or obsess with school don't usually bother to come. The ones who are partiers will be the ones that never leave. The kids that are drinking the most will be the ones that want to fit in.

In metropolis or even my home prior to that, Brooklyn, the thought of Harleen Quinzel at a party was unheard of and for this case I can't make any correct assumptions about the social call within what a party is. These will be stated later tonight.

Ding Dong "Got it!" I jump up, sprinting for the door. Finally, people were arriving.

Opening the door I see Eddie and Jonathan bickering like some old couple. A small laugh escapes me, making them both look up startled.

"Hello Harleen."

"Oh yes hello Harleen, John informed me of how this is like a...social experiment and thus it wouldn't techically-."

"I doubt she wants to hear it."

Eddie grumbled a bit, it was clear he did not want to be around here. The orange haired nerd looked out of his element as he fumbled with his glasses. No one has even arrived yet he still felt uncomfortable. Intresting. I smirk, trying my best to hold back a laugh again. I could tell Johnny had forced him come along.

"Well come on in boys."

"Where is everyone?

"

Johnath questioned, looking around. Eddie mumbled something about how he was right and he knew this was all a trick. Johnny soon hushed him silent by nudging him in the shoulder. Why did they always do this. Talk in their own secret language. I caught Johnny's eye just now realizing I haven't answered his question.

"Ummmm...I don't-"

"EEEEEEK!" Pamela's shrieking made us all turn around. There she stood, dripping wet in nothing but a towel. "WHAT ARE /THEY/ DOING HERE!"

Both of the boys eyes widen, Eddie was the only one that dared speak. "Its...uhh...8?"

"So?" Pamela huffed, tucking the corner piece of her towel inward. Her hands rested on her hips. All three of us looked confused. Edward tilted his head, eyes trying not to stare at Pamela. He forces them to focus on the floor. I'd never see a kid blush so much, he looked almost more embarrassed then Pamela was.

"Well you did say it started at 8." He retorted, trying to show how this wasn't his fault. He was still not understanding were Pamela was coming from. Honestly, I didn't either.

Let me tell you when Edward failed to comprehend something, he got frustrated and flustered. Although this was a rare occasion it was amusing to watch for onlookers like myself and Johnny.

Her emerald green eyes seemed to flicker with annoyance at the two boys. One simple glare made them both tense, "No one comes at 8!" Her voice snarled as if they were both morons. It seemed to click for both myself and Jonathan at the same time. I had finally caught on to what Red meant about not arriving at 8 o'clock exactly. It was a popular kids inside lingo or code.

Surprisingly, Eddie seemed to keep his cool. A know it all like grin came across his face as if he had Isley beat. He held up a single finger, signaling everyone not to speak up. Edward seemed ready to prove his point as he rolled up the corner of his green sleeve. A small, circular watch was wrapped around his slender wrists. Me and Johnny swapped looks, understanding where Edward was going with this. Bad idea, he clearly didn't understand Red's angle on the matter. Yet, he just had to prove Pamela wrong. "It's 8:05."

Red facepalmed, shaking her head slowly. Johnny sighed, almost tiresomely at his friends social awkwardness. I had to bit my lip to stop from laughing. Poor Eddie, so clueless.

"Everyone knows when you say party starts at 8, you arrive at 10."

I've never seen a kids face that red. Eddie looked like a tomato or a firetruck, embarrassed out of his mind. Johnny chuckled at his expression before receiving a death glare from Edward.

Selina came out into the room, groaning. She looked like she had just been awoken from her slumber. "What is with all this commotion?" Her voice sounded tired but her expression changed to amusement seeing Pamela dressed in nothing but a towel. Smirking, she opened her mouth to speak. Pamela elbowed her roughly, so rough in fact she almost lost her towel. However Red was quick enough to cling to her towel before it fell. Afterwords she gave Selina a look that told her not to dare speak. Challenging Selina was never a good thing, I've been here a little less then a week and even I knew that."Pamela why didn't you tell me you invited the boys over early for a little fun before hand."

Pamela's eyes narrowed back at Selina, lips pursing in dismay. Johnny shuffled his feet, awkwardly. The funny part was that Edward was too far off in LaLa land to hear Selina's comment. He had no reaction to the matter. I bet Eddie was still pondering the difference between 8 and 10.

"i-i guess we'll just come back around 10 then." Jonathan spoke ushering his friend out. I give a small wave goodbye before turning to face Pam's death glare.

"What?"

"You let them in."

"How was she supposed to know you'd come out half naked?"

"UGH!" Pamela yelled, fuming mad. She stomped out of the room, slamming Selina's bedroom door.

Selina rolled her eyes, "She gets cranky, don't worry about it."

I drag my feet as I follow Selina back into her room. I was amazed to find Pamela already dressed in a flowery green sundress by the time I got there. Geez did it must have took 10 seconds for her to change, how on earth did she pull that off so fast?

"That was fast." Selina purred, lurking around her room. She stalked around, grabbing a few things here and there. Black eye liner, purple eye shadow, a black leather skirt or top, I couldn't quite tell by the style. Pamela nodded, seeming a bit grudgeful towards the both of us. I sigh, plopping down on the bed.

"I can't believe you said that in front of those two...two...nerds!"

"Relax Pam, they didn't mean anything." Selina seemed to be looking for something around the room as she spoke. Her focus wasn't on Pamela at all.

"Still you don't need to go off-"

"Bingo!" Selina grinned, interrupting Red in the mist of her sentence. Her hands slowly pulled a pair of diamond earrings out from behind her pillow. Hold up, how in the world did she get diamond earrings? Word on the street was her parents were poor and never home. Some kids even speculated that the home was just a ploy so she didn't have to go into foster care. How could she afford what looked to be real diamond earrings? Unless they were given to her by a family member.. that made sense...ish.

"HARLEY!"

Pamela's voice made me jump, realizing I had zoned out. "Huh?" Selina chuckles at my confusion. The girl now fully dressed in black fish net tights and- oh it was neither a skirt or a top but a short form fitting dress. She sat on the end of the bed, strapping up her leather heels."Whoa."

Red rolls her eyes, already understanding I've been lost in thought for a few minutes.

"Keep doing that and people will start to think you're like Eddie."

I bit my lip, frowning at the idea. No way I wanted to appear as some nerd who thought too much.

"Anyways." Pamela spoke, making sure she had my attention this time. "I said aren't you going to get ready?"

An expression of confusion comes across my face."I am ready." I look down at my outfit once more, yep ready. It was simple, formal enough with a hint of professional, perfect for a good party. The girls both gave me looks of disbelief and disapproval. Sure, I was nowhere near as fashionable as them, I mean look at them they're hotter than models but I still looked at least nice.

Selina leans over the bed, whispering a comment into Red's ear. "Is that even clothing?"

"So serious, She looks like shes going to an office interview."

I wish they spoke quieter, I really didn't want to hear them. I begin to focus in the mirror, pretending to fix my hair. A soft hum escapes my lips as I try to not focus on the laughing and whispering behind me. I could still see them in the corner of the mirror. They were giggling quietly as if I was something to be amused by. The girls paused for a moment before looking me up and down.

Pamela bite her lip softly, "It could work." She spoke quietly, looking back at Selina. A giant grin form as they both sprung up from the bed.

"I got the outfit." squealed Selina, walking over the the closet.

"I'll turn on the curling iron." Pamela strutted off into the bathroom, pulling out a dark oak box. She seemed to be setting up a full blown make up station, weren't they done getting ready yet?

Selina snaps her fingers in front of me a few times to make sure she had my attention. "What size?"

"for what?"

"Your shoes silly. What size?"

"Uh 8's."

"That's what I thought, closer to pam's size. One minute."

Not even a minute later she came out with these bright sun kiss red shoes. The heel on them was ungodly high. How would anyone even walk in them without breaking a heel? It then occurred to me she expected me to wear them. Me! Not wanting to look ungrateful I give a slight nod. Guess my feet will be bleeding tonight. Oh well, I didn't really need to walk until Monday.

"Your wear red and black alot, hmm" Selina scanned her closet, searching for something.. "Tada!" In hand was a hot, sparkly red tank top, hanging against the black leather mini skirt I doubted I would even fit in. Honestly, I knew there was no way I could fit in one of her tops."Try these on."

"But I doubt they'll even-"

"There old, middle school clothing. If they don't fit then-"

I cut her off before she could complete that sentence. " Alright, I'll change." I step out, moving along to her parents room to change. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change anywhere near as fast as them. It took me 5 minutes alone to squeeze into Selina's skirt. By the time I returned, Pamela and Selina were to engaged in deep conversation to see me re-enter. Maybe, I would get a good scoop if I listened in before making my presence known.

Pamela kept her voice low, a sly grin rested on her face. "That outfit. Don't think I didn't put it together once you added those shoes and earrings. He's coming isn't he."

Selina smirked, giving only the slightest nod, Much to my dismay I couldn't figure out who they were talking about. He? Surely they couldn't be talking about johnny or eddie. Could they be talking about the kid I ran into earlier. My heart skips a beat just thinking about it. His messy green hair and how it fell into and out of place with such a grace to it. Isley's gasp snaps me out of my daze, "How!"

"He never upgraded the security since he saw me."

"No way! How does he even know about the party?"

"I invited him."

"Face to face?!" Pamela was literally on the edge of her seat with this gossip.

"Of course not." Selina almost laughed at the idea, "If I did he could have me arrested but I left a note last time I brok- Harley?"

Selina's eyes dart to mine looking like a deer caught in headlights. Pamela's head snapped around to find me standing in the door way. Soon enough Selina's look of guilt is masked away beneath her cat like smile.

"Harles, You look amazing!." She jumped up, walking over to me. A false smile across her face."How long have you been standing there kitten?" Her arms gently wraps around my shoulder, leading me into the room.

"Not long, just got here in fact." Luckily I wasn't half bad at lying. The only time I was ever caught was when I'd occasionally start to laugh. Otherwise I could lie almost flawlessly. It's not that hard once you know the psychological aspects to it. Calm blood pressure, soft smile, steady tone. I slowly stumble about through the room, trying to walk in these skyscraper heels. The top actually fit however the skirt was awfully tight. "So what were you two talking about?" I ask, trying my best to sound curious.

"Nothing." Selina replied almost gracefully. "just waiting for you to finish changing so Pamela can do your hair." Liar. Boy she was good at it, I knew she was lying and almost believed her.

I tilt my head, frowning slightly at the mention of my hair. "What's wrong with my hair?"

"Nothing." "Nothing"

They both reply far too quickly for me to actually believe it. After quickly swapping looks it is Pamela was the one to speak up. "but-" Oh great I knew there would be a but. She pauses as if trying to find the right words. "-Harles you always have your hair up, in buns, pony tails even pigtails."

"So?" I say, clearly not seeing any point to it. What was wrong with it, I actually prefered pigtails to most other hairstyles.

"So! Let your hair down!" Selina chimes in, throwing her hands up in the air. "It is a party after all."

"I guess I could..." My voice trails off unsure."...Do we even have enough time for hair and makeup?" I ponder allowed, looking around for a clock. 8:45. Ugh, I guess time wouldn't get me out of this one. It wasn't that I didn't want my hair done, it was the makeup. I always hated it. Girls drenched their faces in the pink blush, black crayon and those red smears they called lipstick. For what? To attract guys of course. I could never understood how that would actually work. I mean the few times I tried makeup it looked like I gave myself a black eye. Not to mention my complexion is already pale, include ruby red lips and a pop of color and it appears ghostly white. The one time I tried to wear makeup back home I was laughed at, mocked as if I was some clown. They said I looked like a goth raccoon with the place circles that covered my eyes. How should I have known it was too much? I was only trying to fit in with the others. I shake my head, letting out a small sigh. I shouldn't be thinking of the past.

"Nonsense, we have plenty of time." Pamela helps me up to my feet, seeing as I was unable to walk even the slightest bit in these shoes. Her and Selina aid with the walking distance from the bed to the bathroom.

Hesitantly I complied, "Alright, but only a little makeup."

Pamela nodded, giving a small smile. She had already began to curl the lower half of my blonde hair as I sat infront of the mirror. Selina chuckled, picking up a small brush that had a faint black powered on it. "Don't worry Harles, we know what we're doing." My blue eyes closed, allowing her to do as she wished with the makeup.