SIMONA
I roll my eyes. Keeping my gaze elsewhere.
She does that everytime and anywhere like she's marking her territory and claiming constant ownership of him. I think she feels threatened by me. And I don't understand why, I mean...they have been dating since their freshman year or so I heard. She does not have to feel threatened by me being Dylan's bestie because he and I are strictly friends. I don't get jealous or get in the way of his relationships. He would do the same too if I had a boyfriend. I and Dylan corrected the notion that a girl and a guy cannot be just friends. Just friends. That is exactly what we are. No more, no less. My mom and some other people tried shipping Dylan and I. But we shut them up by making our stance well known. I cannot bring myself to imagine Dylan the way I do with Elion at all. That is how strong we are on our friendship. And it will remain that way.
Solange and Dylan ate each other's lips out in the name of kissing for more than a minute—I guess, before pulling away.
"Hi Simona." She greets with a small smile. Whatever happened to the stink eyes and subtle glares that she always use to throw at me?
"Hi Solange." I greeted back with a forced smile.
"You are coming right? To my party tonight?"
"I am not sure. I've got things to do." I refused.
"Don't we all? Come on girl, what could be more important than having fun?" She asked. "It is my party. You are a friend of Dylan and that makes you my friend too."
Friend? You see me as a competitor.
"I am... I can't."
"You wanna be the cute innocent virgin forever is that it?"
"Solange." Dylan calls in a warning tone.
"It's okay. I get it. It's fine. Have fun doing those things of yours. But FYI, guys don't like cute and boring girls."
She said, and started dragging Dylan to follow her—no doubt to a booty call.
I stood transfixed to a spot. Solange's words replaying in my head. It stuck in detention class and even after I went home. Now I am standing in front of my mirror dressed in party outfit; a short black gown adorned with sequins that shone like stars. It was completely backless. Paired with a pair of black strap stiletto heels. This is the first time I ever wore a dress like this. I have lots of it in my wardrobe. Courtesy of my mother. I never wore them until now. Should I thank Solange for giving me a reason to?
I thought dresses like these wouldn't suit me. I wasn't hot like Sasha, Marie, Isla and Solange. Neither was I overly beautiful. I graded my appearance below average. I have got quite a low self esteem about my body. Grumbling opinions from my mom about how I inherited my dad's average features instead of her exquisite beautiful ones. As well as the bully and teasings I got from my peers in middle school; Some said my head was too big. Some said I am so short. Other's said I had too much freckles. Almost everyone had something to say about my looks then. It all collectively contributed to my insecurities. There were times when I wouldn't look into the mirror because I was afraid to see how ugly I was. It takes a full volume of body confidence to be able to look into the mirror constantly. Confidence was something I did not have in the tiniest bit. Even till now, I rarely look into the mirror unless it is to brush my hair and style it.
The only feature of my body that I like, is my lips. They were very soft, full and bow shaped, with a natural color of pink. It alternates to peach color too depending on the weather. No one I ever told believed it was natural and not because of a lip tint.
I never wore these beautiful dresses. I wore casual clothes and nerdy glasses that were befitting for a below average girl in my opinion.
But now, seeing my self and how beautiful I looked in front of the mirror, leaves me wondering if it is really my reflection staring back at me. I look so beautiful right now. This is the very first time I have felt and satisfied about my look. No, I did not put on a load of makeup. Just a little foundation and some eyeliner that I spent more than a hour getting it drawn right. Combined with the dress, it will be easy to give them a glimpse of my inner foxy aesthetic. I was still stuck admiring how I looked when my Uber arrived. I showed the location of Solange's house from the invitation Dylan had stubbornly sent me—It is like the gruff guy knew I would eventually change my mind. I could have called Dylan to come pick me up, but I didn't because he would most likely be stuck on Solange's lips, ass, pussy or whatever. I wouldn't want to interrupt them and give her more reasons to see me as a competitor.
The driver took me to the address I showed him on my phone. Solange's house was a large beautiful victorian style manor. It spoke loudly of wealth and years of affluence. I heard the loud heavy bass music as soon as I stepped out of the car. I breathe nervously as I made my way into the compound. All sorts of unholy things were going on. Some girls were swimming half naked. By half naked, I mean topless. I see people making out shamelessly wherever I look. 'Geez. Is this a party or an orgy?' I muttered. After a while of wandering around like a stray cat, I called Dylan. He was very shocked to know that I was at the party. He told me to wait by the poolside and he'll come get me.
I was heading to the pool when I bumped into something. I at first thought it was a wall given how strong it was. But when I look up, I saw a face all too familiar. Elion. I had bumped into his chest. God. How does he get in front of me when I am supposed to avoid him?