3 I Mean, It Wasn’t As Revealing

"If everything was perfect, you would never learn and you would never grow."

- Beyoncé

• • •

I woke up to someone shaking my sleepy body. Groaning I rubbed my eyes, before my eyes glared at the person who had woken me up, my alarm hadn't even rang yet.

"What?" I questioned, angrily.

"Did you change your mind?" She asked me, raising her perfectly shaped dark eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?" My voice came out raspy as I had barley woken up.

She stared at me dumbfounded at my oblivious self, "The party," she reminded me, saying it as if it was the most obvious thing.

I'm sorry that you freaking woke me up way too early for me to understand whatever you were just trying to say. Way to explain yourself.

Rolling my eyes I said, "I thought we were done with this conversation."

Mocking my previous action, she herself rolled her eyes, "It's the beginning of the year. We barely have any studying to do," she whined, pouting over at me.

Then what was it I was doing yesterday because I'm sure I was in the library for hours studying.

"Look you have to understand me, Bella. I'm not the type of girl you take to parties, truthfully I don't like parties. They just don't seem to interest me," I explained.

"I do understand, but I want you to live life fully, get out of your comfort zone and do something fun. How will you find the love of your life if you stay closed off in this dorm room for the next few years? I mean you could go to the party with me, meet someone that makes you feel special and have fun. In a couple of years everything will become harder and I just want you to enjoy it while you can," Isabella rambled.

"Okay. Okay, I'll go, but just this one time, for a couple of hours," I bargained.

Isabella's face lightened at my response, "Deal," she beamed, "but I'm sure you are going to enjoy yourself and stay a while longer."

I know exactly what to expect from parties, drugs, alcohol, sex, I was never a big fan of alcohol and trust me when I say that without it parties were boring. I also know that I'll want to leave when I get the chance. Besides, I bet no one will even notice me, I mean I'm no longer the popular girl everyone looked up to, I'm what you call a nerd according to the labels.

Finally hearing my alarm go off, I turn it off and do my regular morning routine. Done with everything I was off to go to school.

• • •

School was over and I was grateful for that, dreading my bed, but I also wasn't all that happy after all the party was tonight.

Spending my day doing some homework I was soon done with it and I started watching Netflix after I had ordered pizza of course.

The Vampire Diaries was playing on my MacBook when suddenly it was slammed shut.

"Hey!" I exclaimed at whoever had the audacity to close it when it was getting good.

"Get ready. We're leaving in twenty," Isabella informed me.

"What are you talking about it's way too early," I told her.

One of her eyebrows lifted up in question, "If anything we are going to get there late. Fashionably late," at that she flipped her red hair over her shoulder.

Late? But it's only like 8... opening up the laptop I checked the top to see that it was 11:20pm.

Never mind then, I guess I was too distracted watching TVD and eating like a hibernated bear.

As Isabella locked herself in the bathroom I went to check how my current outfit looked like in the full length mirror that stood next to my bed.

I mean I was wearing some black leggings with an oversized sweater. It didn't look that bad, and it isn't like I'm trying to impress anybody.

Taking my hair out of the ponytail it was in I tried to smooth out my hairs then threw my hair up into a messy bun.

Going over to the side of my bed where I had left my Vans I slid them on, tying the laces.

"What do you think you're wearing?!" Isabella squawked, looked up to see her face. Shock was evident in her face and disapproval was written all over it too.

In a swift movement she rushed into the walk in closet, five minutes later she came out with a black dress and some black high heels.

"Oh, no, no, no," I acknowledged what she was trying to do, and I wasn't happy with it.

"Come on Blair. You have to at least try it on!" She begged me, "Please."

"But I'm quite comfortable in what I'm in right now, I mean you are pressuring me into going to a party I wasn't planning on going in the first place and now you're trying to get me to wear," I said, motioning over to the dress, I continued, "that."

"It won't hurt if you just try it on," she insisted, giving me puppy eyes.

Getting the hint that she wasn't going to stop trying, I decided to just put it on for her so she left me alone.

Sliding the dress on, I looked at the mirror that was inside the closet. The dress itself was beautiful, it was tight from the top and it was low cut showing some cleavage, but was lose from the bottom reaching down to my shins.

Walking out, I heard Isabella gasp at the sight in front of her.

"Wow," she breathed out.

"You happy?" I asked, with a fake smile before a scowl reaches my face, "Can I change now?" My voice came out tired.

"Blair. Sweetie, you look gorgeous, why don't you just listen to me for tonight and wear it to the party. Trust me, all eyes will be on you," she assured me.

And that's exactly what I don't want, but at the same time, I don't think that's what's going to happen. I mean there will be a whole lot of others girls who will show a whole lot of skin, and when we get there they will be drunk off their asses.

"Okay, fine," I huffed, defeatedly. Her smile widened, as she took the heels off of my bed and tried passing them to me.

With one hand I pushed them away until they were against her abdomen, "If I'm wearing the dress I get to choose the shoes."

Rolling her eyes, she said, "If you don't want to wear heels, then you can just borrow a pair of flats."

"No," I began, wiping her smile -once again- off of her face, "I'm wearing my Vans."

As she was going to contradict me, I put my hand up signaling for her to not try to say otherwise. Slumping her shoulders she gave in and I happily slid my Vans back on.

Giving me one of her clutches, I placed my phone in there as well as my keycard just in case. Finally finished off my look with my all black glasses that I had taken off when I was seeing the show.

Arriving to the party, music was blasting loudly, making it hard to hear anything Isabella was telling me.

Turns out the guy throwing the party goes to our college -obviously- but instead of living in one of the dorm rooms he has a house of his own, the one we are currently in. It's not that far away from the school, only 10 minutes away.

The room is packed, the smell of alcohol, drugs and sweat all mixed up together. In the middle of the room there are people dancing with each other, some grinding on one another or just jumping up and down with friends, booze in hand.

Couples were off to the side, having a full on make out session.

Can't they get a room?

Isabella and myself, passed multiple people who greeted her and completely ignored my existence even though I was standing right besides her.

Finally standing to the side where the drinks are at she suddenly told me, "I'll be right back."

Minutes passed and she was yet to come, she's probably off with some guy, and just as I had guess she was at the dance floor with some guy grinding up against him.

Shaking my head I let out a low chuckle.

She brought me here just so she could leave me all alone while she had the time of her life with some random.

I mean the guy was quite handsome, dirty blonde hair with blue eyes. He has a strong build too, but he just gave the 'player' vibe.

"What are you doing?" A voice asked, their breath tickling the side of my neck.

I knew that voice oh too well.

"Anderson," I said, turning to face him. His face being only inches away from mine, seeing our closeness he took a couple of steps back.

"Kingston," he mocked me, his blue eyes traveled up and down my body, "What happened to your new look?"

"What? You miss it already?!" I told him sarcastically.

"I mean, it wasn't as revealing," he replied, "You still wearing the glasses though and the sneakers," he looked over to them.

"And what's wrong with the shoes and the glasses?" I questioned him.

"Nothing's wrong with them. All I'm trying to say is that you would never wear such dress with such shoes and why wear glasses if you've never needed them," he stated.

"It's just part of my new look," I shrugged.

Nodding his head, he gave me a look before changing the subject, "So how about I get you a drink?"

"No, I'm good," I denied, "Thanks for the offer though."

"Alright then," Jayden started, "Have fun."

Sticking out two fingers he placed them on his forehead before saluting over to me, he turned his back on me.

Watching his retreating body, I saw how he stopped to talk to a brown haired girl.

• • •

Feeling my phone vibrate inside the purse, I took it out before glancing down at the screen.

Eli: I heard you're at Sam's party.

Touching the screen where the text sat, it asked for my fingerprint before it unlocked and my fingers skimmed through the letters on the keyboard as I replied.

Me: Yeah, was pressured. R u here?

Eli: Yes. Where are you?

Me: I'll just find you using the find my iPhone app.

Eli: Okay. See you.

The phone ended up leading me into what seemed to be another living room, and sitting on the couch, his back facing me was my brother.

"Why are you all alone?" I questioned him, capturing his attention.

His grey eyes looked over at my green ones, "Just needed some space," he replied, standing up, heading over to me.

Smiling down at me, he embraced me in a hug before standing up straight.

He wasn't all that tall, he was 6'3 while I was 5'6, I mean I was average.

"Eli, can I um... ask you for a quick favor?" I told him unsure of what he would say.

Giving me a puzzled look he nodded, "Sure."

"Well, this is something I wouldn't like to ask from you," I started before I blurted out, "but I just need you to pretend you don't know me."

I was met with silence, as he ran his fingers through his blob of light brown hair.

Sighing he said, "I don't see a problem in that." I was sure he definitely didn't like what I was saying by the way he looked anywhere, but me.

"Look, Eli, I really wish I didn't have to ask for such a thing, but you know people and seeing as nothing has changed, I'm just trying to dodge people trying to befriend me because I'm sisters with the 'Elijah Kingston'," I tried to explain myself.

"No, no, it's fine, I understand," he replied, shaking his head. Finally lifting his stormy eyes off of the floor he said, "Then I guess you shouldn't be talking to me right now, wouldn't want people seeing us together."

Turning on his heel, he was off to where I had came from.

I definitely fucked up. Elijah hates lies with a passion. Even as innocent as this one, I mean I could try to make things better by explaining myself.

"Elijah, Wait!" I exclaimed, jogging over to his side after he had came to a halt.

"You don't have to lie, you can just avoid telling anyone the truth," I claimed.

Nodding his head with hurt in his eyes he started his way back to the party.

I just made things worse, didn't I?