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_(*(*(-)*)*)_6 Years Ago_(*(*(-)*)*)_
I kept staring at my closet thinking that divine intervention was going to throw something out for me to wear. It didn't. I looked at my watch again. The bonfire had started already and here I was like an idiot, still staring at my closet.
"If you don't pick something, I will!" Cassie shouted. She must have been as sick of watching me look at my closet as I was.
"Fine, fine," I said as I picked up a blue t-shirt.
"Oh no, you're not wearing that." Cassie jumped off the bed and pushed me aside. "Just put this on." I looked at her like she was crazy.
"Its too cold for this lacey thing." It was a shirt my mother had bought in her futile attempts to get me to look more like a girl.
"That's why you're wearing this jacket over it. Put it on." I didn't have the energy or the time to argue with her on this one, so I just put it on.
"See," she cooed as I reluctantly shrugged into the jacket. "You look so cute! And all those senior boys are gonna be there. We want to try and impress somebody."
Cassie wouldn't have a problem with that. She'd been impressing boys since the age of eleven when she was the first girl in our grade to get boobs. For her, this stuff was easy, for me it was like pulling teeth.
"I don't like it," I complained.
"You look fine, and the cream color of that jacket goes perfectly with your skin tone. Let your hair down." I didn't have time to protest as she grabbed my clip and pulled my hair free. "Oh my god, you look so hot."
My hair tumbled down my back in large ringlets and curled around my face. My hair was definitely my favorite thing about me.
I know Cassie was indulging me because she wanted to get out of here, but I did look okay. My chest was a little more exposed than I was used to, but that's okay, I still looked good – well, good enough. Compared to Cassie, I looked like a troll.
She had on a pair of skintight skinny jeans that took her 15 minutes to get into and a tight almost see-through black top. I shook my head at her boldness. Her hair was done up, and she had on heavy makeup. She looked older, and more mature. There was no doubt the senior boys would be paying
her
attention. Whatever. Worst comes to worst I could always hang with Brenden and Gavin, if they aren't drooling over my best friend.
By the time we got there, everyone had all ready arrived, and nearly half the alcohol was gone.
"Your brother and Gavin are going to be here, right?" she asked for the hundredth time as we made our way through the trail, deeper into the woods.
"Of course. Its their party," I answered as I eyed her suspiciously. She'd been really preoccupied with them as of late, and it was starting to get on my nerves.
Cassie and I stepped into the clearing, and before I could spot my brother or Gavin, Cassie was gone. She undoubtedly caught the attention of a senior just as she'd planned. I grabbed a beer from the stash and looked around the party.
Out the corner of my eye, I saw her snuggled up to Gavin, flirting shamelessly. She caught the attention of a senior all right, the only senior
I
wanted attention from. I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves, and I turned from the scene.
Like the wallflower I was, I milled around the fire, not really feeling like I belonged there. It seemed like everyone there was enjoying the fire with their boyfriend or girlfriend, and I was all alone. I bitterly hoped Cassie was having a good time off in the woods without me.
I found a small spot on a tree stump by the fire and sat down resigning to just wait it out. It was a beautiful night, and the fire was hypnotizing. I was so engrossed in watching the flames lick into the air; I never heard my brother approach.
He sat down with a thump beside me and threw his arm across my shoulder. Sometimes it seemed like he thought I was a nuisance - him always having to check on me.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded. I didn't need to tell him that I wish I had someone to snuggle up to when the wind blew. It was depressing seeing all the happy couples around the fire like this. And to think, I'd even 'dressed up'. What a waste. I should have stayed home and watched a movie. Clearly this was Cassie's type of thing, not mine.
Brenden didn't say anything else. He handed me his 40, and I took a big swig. I wasn't a big drinker, but hey, now was as good a time as any. Brenden watched as I took another swig. I couldn't wait until we were old enough to go to the store ourselves and afford real beer. Old English is gross.
"I thought you came with Cassie."
"I did."
"Where is she?"
I shrugged my shoulders. My brother shook his head. He knew as well as I did where she was. She was probably in the woods with one of my brother's friends right now, doing things I'd only read about in Cosmo. I almost wished I could be doing the same thing. Almost. But I know how guys talk. I know the things they say about girls when they aren't around, and I didn't want anyone talking about me the way they did about Cassie, even if I was supposed to be flattered. At least I knew she wasn't in the woods with Gavin. I could hear him laughing off to my left.
"Do you wanna go home?"
"No, I'm okay." I didn't look at him when I said it, because I knew that if I did, he'd find someone to take me home. I'm a terrible liar and I didn't want him feeling more responsible for me than he already did.
Brenden nudged my shoulder with his. Sometimes I wondered if he ever wished he had a sister that wasn't so socially awkward. This bonfire would be a lot more fun for me if I'd made more friends. He, Gavin and Cassie were the only people here that I could really talk to. All night, I'd only had trivial conversations with people I knew from school. After we finished talking about class, or teachers, and what they planned to do after graduation, there was nothing left to say.
"Since there aren't that many people left, Gavin was gonna get a game of spin-the-bottle going." I didn't respond because I thought he was gonna tell me he didn't want me playing spin the bottle with all his friends.
"You wanna play?" he prompted after I remained silent.
I looked at him, almost shocked. "You want me to play?"
"Sure," he said brightly. He pulled me from my sitting place, and dragged to me the other side of the fire where Gavin already had the last of the party members sitting in a circle next to the fire.
My brother sat down next to his girlfriend and pulled me down beside him flashing me a smile. As I looked around the circle, I realized I was the only sophomore playing, and there were more boys playing than girls. Gavin had just finished strategically placing all the girls around the circle so that each time the bottle was spun, hopefully it would land on one boy and one girl.
As he looked around the circle, he spotted me for the first time and raised his eyebrows. I glared back. He chuckled then proceeded to tell us the rules.
"Ok," he started in a booming voice. "We're playing spin the bottle with senior rules. There's enough liquor left for everyone to get their own bottle," he flashed my brother a smile, and it seemed like they planned it that way as my brother grinned back at him. Gavin produced bottles from behind his back and began passing them around the circle until everyone had one.
"Ok, now, an empty bottle goes in the middle. We will start with me spinning and go clockwise. If the bottle doesn't land on you, you drink. No cheating ladies. The point of this is for all of us to get fucked up, so no pussy sips." The guys laughed.
"If the bottle lands on you, you and the other person have to kiss for three seconds, tongue optional," he said with a grin as he looked at the girls sitting around the circle. You could almost hear their breath catch in their throats at the thought of them getting to tongue kiss Gavin. It didn't escape my notice that Gavin's eyes skipped over me.
"If you choose not to kiss, then you drink for five seconds. The third time the bottle lands on you, you and your partner have to go into the woods for three minutes." Gavin said this as his eyes locked on a girl sitting directly across from him. This must have been his ploy to get her to make out with him. Looking at her face, I vaguely recalled who she was.
I think her name was Emily Parish, and she was desirable by all the guys because she refused to put out. That made her an oddity. She was beautiful, and I could see why Gavin was putting up this charade to try and get into her pants.
Her presence only made me more mindful of how different we looked. Her fair skin and light eyes were in direct contract to my mocha skin and brown eyes. I felt extremely ordinary sitting in this circle, and suddenly I was looking for a way to escape. As if sensing my tension, my brother nudged my shoulder and smiled. I tired to relax.
"If you choose not to go into the woods for the three minutes," Gavin continued in his silky voice. "You have to remove an article of clothing. Shoes and socks, don't count." I had to give it to him, he was very thorough.