It was Saturday night and of course the history of all Saturday nights was repeating itself once more. I heard my mum yell at the top of her lungs, "Sam, come on your friends are waiting for you" I ignored her for the second time. I so didn't want to go out tonight. I was lying comfortably on my bed, reading the first book of the Lord of the Rings novels. I was at page 303 and I intended to keep that position until I turned over the last page of the book. There was no way my mum or my friends could get me out of my room. I stopped reading as I heard the two traitors marching over to my room in their new studded stiletto boots. This was going to end badly, very badly for me.
"Come on, Sam the guys are going to pick us up at eight thirty and it's already five. There is no way that you're going to ditch this party." said Courtney in a frustrated voice. I scowled but Dakota didn't even give me the chance to open my mouth. "Yeah, it's going to be the coolest party of the century. You don't want to be known as the loser who missed the tightest party ever to stay home reading a geeky book, do you?" "Guys, I've already told you that 'Club Envy' is not the right place for me. The music is too loud and the people there are simply rude savages who like to spill vodkas all over people's new outfits" I said in one long breath remembering my ruined Gucci dress. It had cost me a fortune and I only got to wear it once before some jerk ruined it.
Dakota set down near me and put her arm over my shoulder while Courtney raised a disbelieving eyebrow at me. Man, I really wanted to learn how to do that. It was so cool. "Oh, come on get over it. And who knows maybe you'll meet Mr. Right. You know Mason and Trey know a lot of cute guys" Well that certainly caught my attention. The last time I heard that phrase I was stuck with a guy I didn't know forcing me into small talk. And I'm no good at small talk. Believe me."Yeah, maybe you're right" I planned to play at their game and when I got bored I would catch the bus and go home. I knew that I had no way out of it. Dakota's eyes beamed at me. "Okay then, lets give you a makeover." Courtney put on that I'm-a-professional kind of look. This was not good. "Blow- dryer and mousse", they fished for the objects in my drawer and when they found them they started pulling at my hair. I didn't say a word to them; I just let them finish my hair. I didn't care if I didn't like the style. The sooner they finished the better.
My silent treatment was working until Courtney opened my wardrobe, looked at me and pretended to almost faint. "Do you still have that emergency credit card?" "Yes, why?" "Have you seen your wardrobe? It is an emergency" "Ha-ha tasteful joke Courtney, maybe it would be more appropriate for me to stay home and feel ashamed for my horrible and disgraceful wardrobe, don't you think?" They both chuckled at this one. Dakota fished for something in her purse. Damn it, I forgot that it was December and we still haven't bought each other Christmas presents "I thought that you wouldn't have anything to wear for tonight so Courtney and I bought you the most perfect present ever. She placed a purple package in my hands. How horribly sweet of them! They knew I would fell obligated to show off my new dress at the party. I tore the wrapping and found the most beautiful midnight blue dress that I had ever laid eyes on. It was plain but it's silky material was enough to make every girl at the party coveting me dress. It just screamed 'Sam'.
"Thanks, guys." "Try it." They both said at the same time. I went in the bathroom and tried it on. It fit me perfectly and the dress actually raised my mood. I went back in my room. Courtney gave me the high heels that I had stuffed under my bed because the last time I wore them, I couldn't walk for two whole days. Well, they say no pain no gain so I wore them anyway "That's our girl. You look perfect in that dress. Midnight blue is just a killer on you. And now just some make-up and we're good to go." I flushed as I hadn't felt this pretty in a long time. I applied some mascara and eye liner, some smoky blue eye shadow and some clear lip gloss. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. "Ooh. The guys are here let's go."
I picked up my phone and put it in my matching purse. I was finally ready to go and have the time of my life.
We arrived in front of the statue of Saint Mary just in time before the others. We promised to meet them there and for once we were punctual. The others arrived a few moments afterwards. There were Shaun and Kendra and another guy whom I' had never seen before in my entire life. He was drop dead gorgeous; with his shirt open I could see his torso. His hair was gelled and it looked really good on him. He was quite a show but I couldn't get myself to judge him as any normal teenage girl would do.
Any single girl would have drooled all over him and put her flirty mode on maximum but the truth was that I liked somebody else. Not even Courtney or Dakota knew about my crush on Cam and they would never know; considering that I don't keep a diary and that I would never tell them the chances were pretty slim. Cam is eighteen and I'm a stupid sixteen years old who's crushing over the most gorgeous player and heart-breaker in our little village of Luqa. In a small country like Malta, girls and boys don't go to mixed schools and have to wear geeky uniforms until they're fifteen. This had left me without the healthy interaction which normally girls and boys shared during the age of thirteen upwards and I was never the best friend of social networking sites. I always preferred a good book. Ooh man! There goes my strong will, crumpled to dust when the thought of Cam arises in my head.
"Hey girls," I heard Trey's voice which automatically broke me free of my trance "limo's almost here. We'll sure ride in style." Limo! What was he talking about? " What limo?" I obviously had to ask since the two love doves obviously had forgot to tell me about any limousines. "Oh hasn't Courtney told you? We hired a limo to drive us to the party. Don't worry is only seven euros a head…" Only? "One way" he said in a quiet whisper but thanks God my hearing until now has proved to be impeccable. Well, there went half the money I had brought. Trey continued to socialize with the others, leavening me with my mouth hanging open like a moron.
"Hey there, I'm Gabriel" I heard a voice behind me. When I turned around I saw the hot guy. I thought my reaction would be hyperventilating but surprisingly I felt… nothing. "Oh, hi, I'm Samantha Hathaway" "Oh I thought everybody called you Sam, well at least that's what Dakota told me. So am I an exception?" he taunted. Though he was very tall about one meter eighty I could see Dakota and Courtney winking at me. How surprising, another blind date. As if they hadn't done it already. I gave them such a meaningful, icy glare that could freeze up hell and cursed both of them down the fiery pits of Hades.
My icy glare found its new subject, Gabriel, "Yes, I only let my close friends call me Sam." The air had turned so tense with the coldness of those few words, that I thought I saw him shudder. Just then I heard a horn behind me. The limo had arrived. Well as long that I was going to pay fourteen euros I might as well try to enjoy myself. We got in and I was hoping that I would stay as far away as possible from Gabriel. It turned out that the limo only looked comfortable and spacious on the outside, on the inside all eight of us were packed like a can of sardines. We girls ended up on the guys. It was very uncomfortable situation, especially for me since I wanted to get as far as possible from this guy, not sit like a toddler on his lab. I was forced to talk to him. Bloody hell, I think that Trey and Mason would have to find themselves another girlfriend, when I'll be done with them.
"So Samantha ," he said my name in a disgustingly mocking voice. I started to loath this guy. "I heard you're single…" How despicably evil of him! He had just put salt on my wound. Well I wasn't going to give up. If the player wants to play I'll steal his ball. "Yes, I heard the same about you" "Yes, it's true, I've just broken up with Libby" Oh I wonder why, Libby was such a nice gal, I almost couldn't believe that she hooked up with this guy. He tried again with the small talk, "I like your dress" "Thanks, it was a gift" I told him with the minimum amount of interest. Well he was a jerk earlier but I'm no rude girl. "Your hair is cool too" Well, it was the truth; his hair was actually one of the first things I noticed about him. "Oh, thanks I've just got it highlighted. I go to this French hairdresser and though she's very expensive, I don't mind. I wouldn't live without my hair treating my hair every 10 days. Though of course, I use a lot of products. Can you see that it has that wet, stylish messy look?"
Man, was I taken aback! He had really gotten over his small talk and surprisingly after the latest discovery about his passion for his hair; I really missed it, which amazed me even further because I've always hated small talk. I left him ranting about his hair while I nodded at intervals, so that he would think I was listening. I started counting back from one hundred to 1 in my head, but the roads just kept getting longer and narrow, suffocating me as I looked at them. Fortunately, I could hear music. We were almost there!
When we arrived I swear that I was relieved for the first time, to see the entrance to the exclusive Club Envy.