Spin The Bottle

2: Party

"Noah. Why can't we just stay here at your place instead of go to the party?" I asked, dreading the fact that I broke and told him.

"Ugh! Emma. We've been over this a thousand times! You're not getting out of it. Besides, you can't hide from everyone and everything your whole life." I furrowed my brows at him, wondering why he felt the need to drag me along.

I hate parties. Not that I've ever been to one, and really, they don't seem like such a big deal to me. I'd rather just stay home and eat food that's not good for you and read books.

"But I'm really not. It's such a short notice. I have nothing to wear, my hair doesn't do anything but stay in a ponytail and if I try and do anything to it won't stay." I tried to reason with him, to make him see all the cons to me going, but he refused to listen. I guess he thinks his pros are better.

"All you have to do is let your hair down and brush it. It looks great that way." I sighed and hung my head. I don't want to go. But I guess I have no choice.

I have a really bad feeling about this. Stuff like this never suited well with me, and Ashlyn is just up to no good. But yet, and still. This is what I get for having a guy best friend.

"Emma, stop biting your nails." I looked at him and he shook his head at me.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's stupid." He said simply, shrugging.

"Fine... Can I ask a favor?" He nodded absentmindedly while lying down on the floor beside me.

"If Ashlyn asks... You're going to tell her you're my boyfriend, right?" He grinned, then reached over to ruffle my hair.

See, ever since me and Noah were little, we always called each other boyfriend and girlfriend, even though we're not.

I guess we sort of used to act like it, and everywhere we went together, everyone always asked us if we were. After a while, Noah just started saying yes, and it's been like that ever since.

"I am your boyfriend! Why wouldn't I tell her that?" He was only being himself, but inside I was bursting with joy! He always did or said the smallest thing to make me melt and he didn't even know it. Yet and still... This is what I get for having a guy best friend.

~*~

Friday came sooner than needed and I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. I slumped down on the floor and looked at everything that was once hung nicely in my closet.

I sighed and picked up this beige skirt with black ruffles underneath it. My mom never let me wear anything that made me look sexy and I hated her guts for it.

I looked like a ten-year-old and she made it worse. She wouldn't let me wear contacts either, so I walked around with glasses that made me look more like a dork then I already was.

Nobody ever picked on me. They just made stupid comments here and there and called me Tiny and only because I let them.

There are no real nasty people at my school and to be honest Ashlyn isn't that mean. I just don't like the way she looks at my boyfriend.

I have to say, for her age she is really pretty I mean she looks about 19 with her porn star boobs, her tight miniskirts, her constant craving for all the jocks on every team and I mean every one of them!

The football team, the basketball team, the lacrosse team, I mean all you have to do is be on a team and she'll want you!

I stood up and walked over to the mirror. My hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and I had a few blemishes here and there. I guess some people aren't lucky enough to be pretty; people like me.