The Deal...

The Deal...The Party

Izabella

Everything was ready and perfect. My hair was curled to perfection. My nails and make-up were colored to match my dress. And I was barer than a shaved cat.

"You guys were right. I look stunning," I thanked my friends.

"Girl, you look hot! I wish I looked as sexy as you. Sebastian wouldn't let me though," Staci pouted.

"Speaking of Sebastian, him and Johnny are downstairs," Roxy informed us.

"Oh cool. All right, do we have everything?" I looked inside my clutch.

"Phone, money, mints/gum, chapstick, fake ID, and car keys," I checked.

"Ok. Let's have some fun!"

A Couple of Hours Later...

"Ok, I hate to say it, but you guys were right. That was the best night of my life. I can't believe I didn't do this until now!" I yelled as we exit the party. I may be somewhat drunk. I had a few Jell-O shots and they were starting to take effect.

"See? W-we told y-you," Staci slurred. Staci was unquestionably drunker than I was.

"W-when I go to college, I'm going to p-party every night."

"YAY!" Roxy and Staci cheered in agreement.

"YAY!" I shouted as well. "NO!"

My eyes fluttered open, and I felt my heart pounding hard and loudly against my chest. Also, my breathing was fast and heavy.

"I hate it when this happens," I moaned to no one. I sat up in bed and called Roxy. She picked up after the fourth ring.

"Hello?" she asked groggily. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Uh, no?"

"It's two am, Iz. Go back to bed," she groaned.

"Wait, I had a dream," I told her before she could hang up.

"So did I. I was in bed sleeping. Talking to no one at 2:31 in the morning."

"I'm serious Roxy," I laughed.

"Well, can't it wait until morning?"

"It is morning."

"You're a pain in my ass. We'll see each other later, tell me then," she commanded.

"Ok fine," I groaned. "I guess I'll see you later." Silence. "H-hello? Roxy, are you still there?" I scoffed when I realized that she hung up on me. I laid back in bed and fell back asleep.

I awakened later and also much calmer than last time. However, I felt drained from the night before. I dragged my feet out of bed and began heading towards the bathroom when I spotted the time.

As usual, I was late. I ran to my closet, skipping the shower and threw on the first thing I saw. I put my hair in a messy bun and pulled out some strands. I groaned when I learned that I looked like I rolled out of bed. I grabbed my phone and other necessary belongings before skipping down the steps and bolting out of the house, locking the door behind me. I jumped in my car and sped to the hair salon. I had fifteen minutes to get there. I prayed that I would make it.

It took three hours until we looked perfect. Just like in my dream, my hair was curled. Not the way I liked but according to the lady who scrubbed, blow-dried and styled my hair, I looked gorgeous with my new bouncy curls.

Staci’s hair was straighter than a pin and Roxy even went as far as getting her hair trimmed and highlighted.

Don’t get me wrong, they both looked amazing. I just thought it was too much. So when we finished at the nail salon, I was still in awe about our beauty but I still found a way to complain like I usually did.

"Two whole hours?" I whispered to the girls.

"Of course, Iz. These things take time," Staci stated, holding up her black nails, admiring them.

"We only have three hours to get ready," Roxy announced.

"What time does the party start?" I wondered.

"I think at 9."

"All right, so do you guys want me to pick you up?" I asked as we walked out.

"Sure thanks. We'll see you soon!" Staci said getting into her car.

"Yeah, thanks. See you later." Roxy replied before getting into Staci's car since she doesn't have one yet.

"No problem!" I yelled as they drove away. I sighed as I walked to my car. Despite my perfectly curled hair and white nails, I bet this night will still be a disaster.

I needed all three hours to style myself. I was on facetime with both the girls during most of the time as they recommended how I would wear my makeup. The second I slipped my heels on I knew I would come to regret when I got drunk and would stumble down a flight of stairs. Maybe I should try to remain sober, but I wanted to be fun. I wanted to destroy my reputation of ‘party pooper’. And tonight was going to be the night I did.

"All right. Here we are," I said, parking a block away from the party itself.

"Don't you think it's weird that Greyson gave you the address of his girlfriend's house?" Roxy wondered, stepping out of my car.

"We're childhood best friends." Roxy gave me a look, and I sighed before going into further detail. "Fine, you caught me. I asked Angela, and she told me."

"I still can't believe they're even dating. Graylett is not a cute ship name. I hope it sinks," Staci complained, getting out of the car as well.

"But Bellson is?" I questioned and copied her actions but locked the car as well.

"That and Sebaci. Oh, and you can't forget about Joxy." I rolled my eyes at all the ship names.

"Let’s go inside. It's party time!" Roxy said as she raised her arms around Staci's and I's necks. "You ready Iz?"

"If I say no, can I turn around and go home?"

"As if you had a choice," Staci rolled her eyes. "You're drinking, and I'll allow Roxy to too."

"You're suggesting that I drink?" They nodded. "Fine, but just one. Plus, I bet I won't even have a fun time," I vowed them.

"You'll be drunk. You're going to have fun," Staci guaranteed, and we walked down the street to Scarlett's mansion.

One hour, three Jell-O shots, one strawberry daiquiri, and two rosé sorbets later, I'm pretty sure I'm the drunkest one at this party. I was drinking my last strawberry daiquiri, and it was remarkably delicious. Why haven't I had one of these before?

I staggered around Scarlett's huge mansion. Why was she so much better than me? Better question: Why does she think she's better than me? She stole my childhood best friend. She had more money than me. She had more friends than me. She was prettier than me. I mean, I was good looking, especially with the way I was dressing tonight. I bet no one would recognize me.

"You're right, I wouldn't recognize you," I heard someone say. I turned to see a boy whom I've never seen before. He was leaning against the nearest wall closest to the stairs. I hadn't realized I had walked upstairs or that I was thinking out loud. He had light brown hair styled up with green eyes.

"Thanks," I muttered and took another sip of my daiquiri. I frowned as I realize I was running out. Plus, I knew there was no way I could get another one either. Somehow, little miss perfect could afford her own bartender for a high school graduation party. I mean, who does she think she is?

"Does my girl want more?" The stranger wondered.

"First of all, I'm not anyone's girl. Second, the stupid server won't give me over five drinks. I was lucky I was able to steal two more without him noticing," I replied.

"You're that wasted that you had to steal from an open bar?" he teased. I nodded. "First time drinking as well?"

"First time talking to a stranger?" He seemed taken back my question. Then, in a blink of an eye, he was in front of my face. His face looked hard and slightly dirty. I even thought I noticed a tattoo.

"First time getting touched like this?" Before I could respond to his question, he shoved me up against a wall. I was astonished. I was petrified.

"Hey!" I yelled, and it was soon muffled, and a heated breath blew in my ear.

"Hey, sugar. None of that tonight. At least, not yet. You can scream all you want when I pleasure you," the stranger whispered into my ear, and I shivered.

"There's no way I'm losing my virginity to a guy whose name I don't know," I stalled. The stranger pulled away and grinned.

"Then remember the name, Kevin. The guy who took your virginity."

"And remember Izabella, the girl who kicked you in the p***s and escaped your wraith," I said. Kevin's eyebrows rose in confusion and then, and as promised, I kicked him. He groaned and cuddled his balls before falling to his knees.

"I'll get you, b***h," Kevin promised.

"I dare you. See you later 'sugar.'" I flipped him off before walking down the staircase. I looked for my friends and lucky for me they were at the entrance.

"Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you!" Staci yelled over the thumping music.

"Sorry. I went upstairs for an empty bathroom to throw up in," I lied. I don't know why I lied, I just did. After that encounter with the stranger, I was beginning to sober up. "What time is it?"

"It's past eleven. We need to get Roxy home before she throws up," Staci explained, and she rolled her eyes. I looked over to her supporting Roxy. She somehow seemed drunker than me. Her shorts were unbuttoned, her new fishnets were ruined and she took her heels off.

"All right," I sighed. "Let's head out."

As we left, my dream flooded back into my mind. It was right, for the first time in a long time. This party ended up to be a tremendous failure. I nearly received rape. What would I do about that?

Could I go down to the police station and file a report? Would they accept it? Technically, nothing happened besides slight assault, maybe even harassment. Could they work with that?

I knew the answer in my head. No. No, they couldn't. They wouldn't.