Falling For The Playboy

Abi cocked her brow as if to say ‘see?’.

“We can if we put our all into it. ” she jumped on the bed next to Abi who seemed to be reading a textbook. “Peer pressure. Hello? ”

“Peer pressure doesn’t work on Abi. ”

She blew out a breath. “This is hopeless. ”

I shrugged. Then I frowned. “Abi goes to parties? ”

“She knows I don’t. ”

“She doesn’t, but I’m telling her it’s a good idea for her to start now. We’ll be going to university in a year. ” she stressed, “Parties are inevitable. ”

“They aren’t. ” Abi and I said at the same time.

Laura rolled her eyes, “Oh, shut up. You’re going to the party. Your opinion isn’t valid. ”

“If it isn’t then why did you pull me in here? ”

Her eyes narrowed, “Don’t be a smartass. ”

“Besides I’m not going. ” I said, going to sit on Abi’s comfy couch. It was soft as hell.

“What is wrong with you people? ” Laura flung her hands, beyond exasperated.

Abi put away her textbook, giving her full attention to me. “Why aren’t you going? ”

I studied my toenails, noticing for the first time that I had extremely small legs. Weird. Did I want to tell her the real reason?

“I don’t think I want to go anymore. ” I ended up saying. But of course Abi saw right through me.

“Is it because of what happened yesterday? ”

I nodded slowly.

School had been horrific for me today. I knew going to class one day after the incident wasn’t a smart idea but I hadn’t any choice. So I’d gone into class and had to face the mocking glances I received from people. I hadn’t been surprised when Coco sympathized with me, saying that Zoe was a bitch for hitting her own sister. The chameleon. After going around spreading the news to all classes that hadn’t heard about it already.

“Oh, Eva. ” Laura rushed over to sit beside me, putting her hand around me. “You shouldn’t change your mind because of Zoe. ”

“It’s not because of her. ” I hesitated, “It’s…. ”

“It’s what? ” she pressed.

“The people. ” Abi said softly, “You think they’re going to be talking about you. About what happened. ”

My silence was enough confirmation.

“Aw, come on, Eva. They’ll probably have forgotten the whole thing ever happened by tomorrow. ”

“Right. ” I scoffed.

“No. I’m serious. ” she drew one knee up between us on the couch so she could face me, “I know that Ivacy High students are nosy motherfuckers but trust me, they’re not going to care about you tomorrow. It’s a party for fucks sake! All they’re going to care about is getting high and hooking up. ”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I blinked at her.

“That’s unrealistic, Laura. ” Abi shook her head.

“It’s not. You’ve never been to a school party, that’s why you don’t know what I’m saying, so stay out of this. ” Laura pointed her index finger at her.

Abi mimed zipping her mouth shut. “Zipped. ”

Laura turned back to me, gazing at me expectantly. “So what do you say, Eva? ”

“I don’t know…. ”

I wasn’t sure going to the party was a good idea. A huge part of me wanted to go. I wanted to see how parties were, to experience the teenage girl life even if it was just for a day. But I was also scared of how people were going to react to my presence. I mean, look how they treated me today. With scorn and disdain. They absolutely believed I was guilty of Zoe’s claims.

And oh my God, Zoe would be going to the party too!

I pulled back from Laura, making her hand slip off my shoulder, “Will Zoe be going? ”

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, looking at Abi. Obviously, she didn’t know the answer to that question. Abi shook her head.

“How do you know? ” then I stopped. “Never mind that was a stupid question. ”

Laura clapped loudly, rubbing her palms together excitedly. “So are you going? ”

Even if Zoe wasn’t going to be there, the whole of SS3 still would. And it’s not like she had to be there for them to treat me cruelly. After all, she hadn’t been there when they mocked me in class.

So to answer the question ‘was I still going?’

“Stop over thinking it to death. ” Laura nudged me, “It’s going to be fun. ”

I glanced at her, then at Abi, who was also watching me, awaiting my answer.

Spend a night, possibly have the most fun I’ll ever have in my life and risk the wrath of my classmates? Or don’t go to the party, stay home miserable and still end up facing the wrath of my classmates?

Seriously. This was a no brainer.

“I’m going. ” I announced.

Laura squealed, hugging me tightly and squeezing the life out of me. Her excitement was contagious and I felt myself laughing with her.

I stared at her suspiciously, “Are you just happy because you’re not going to have to go alone? ”

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, a patronizing look on her face, “Girl, what do you mean? You know I’m never alone. ”

I laughed because she was right. Laura could get the whole school to go to the party, even if they didn’t want to, if she wanted.

My laugh died abruptly as panic threatened to grip me by the throat.

“I have nothing to wear. ” I cried, but Laura merely smiled.

“Leave that to me. ”

Abi and I shared a look. I groaned, slumping on the couch.

I was screwed.