Jennie'S POV
Later, when my hair is perfectly curled and lying down my back, I push two bobby pins in, one on each side to keep it out of my face."Do you want to use some of my makeup?" Wendy asks, and I look in the mirror again.
My eyes always look a little too large for my face, but I prefer to wear minimal makeup and usually just put on a little mascara and lip balm.
"Maybe a little eyeliner?" I say, still unsure.With a smile, she hands me three pencils: one purple, one black, and one brown. I roll them around in my fingers, deciding between the black and brown."The purple will look great with your eyes," she says, and I smile but shake my head. "Your eyes are so unique—want to trade?" she jokes. But Wendy has beautiful green eyes; why would she even joke about trading with me? I take the black pencil and draw the thinnest possible line around both eyes, earning a proud smile from Wendy. Her phone buzzes and she grabs her purse. "Jack's here," she says. I grab my purse, smooth my dress, and slip on my flat, white Toms, which she eyes but doesn't comment on.
Jackson is waiting out front of the building, heavy rock music blaring out of his car's rolled-down windows. I can't help but glance around to see everyone staring. I keep my head down and just as I look up, I see Lisa lean up in the front seat. She must have been bending down. Ugh.
"Ladies," Jackson greets us. Lisa glares at me as I climb in behind Wendy and end up getting stuck sitting directly behind her. "You do know that we are going to a party, not a church, right, Jane?" she says, and I glance at the side mirror and find a smirk across her face."Please don't call me Jane. I prefer Jennie." I warn her. How does she even know that's my name too? Jane reminds me of my father, and I would rather not hear it."Sure thing, Jane" I lean back against my seat and roll my eyes. I choose not to banter back and forth with her; it's not worth my time.
I stare out the window, trying to drown out the loud music as we drive. Finally, Jackson parks on the side of a busy street lined with large, seemingly identical houses. Painted in black letters is the name of the fraternity, but I can't make out the words because of the overgrown vines sneaking up the side of the massive house in front of us. Messy strings of toilet paper sprawl up the white house, and the noise coming from inside adds to the stereotypical frat house theme."It's so big; how many people will be here?" I gulp. The lawn is full of people holding red cups, some of them dancing, right there on the lawn. I'm way out of my league here.
"A full house, hurry up," Lisa responds and gets out of the car, slamming the car door behind her. From the backseat, I watch as multiple people high-five and shake Jackson's hand, ignoring Lisa. What surprises me is that no one else that I see is covered in tattoos like her, Jackson and Wendy are. Maybe I can make some friends here tonight after all."Coming?" Wendy says with a smile and pops open her door and hops out.I nod, mostly to myself, as I climb out of the car, making sure to smooth my dress again.