I squeezed some gel into my hand and worked it through my new red hair as I glanced at the clock. It was seven thirty-six. After working the curls out of my hair I dried myself off and started to dress.
I pulled on my silky black bikini bottoms first then tied my top on. The shirt I had chosen was a grey tank top with lace edges that showed some cleavage but left the rest to the imagination. It fit me just right, hugging my curves perfectly all around. Then the skirt was light denim with torn-looking edges that fell right above mid-thigh and hugged my legs snuggly but not too tight.
“I hope he likes this one.” I said as went to the mirror to fix my make up. I put on more than I usually did, foundation, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, and lip gloss. When I finished it was ten to eight. I took one last look at my reflection, slipped on my shoes, grabbed my bag and walked downstairs. I had just sat down on the couch when the doorbell rang. I picked up my things and went to answer it.
“Hey . . . Whoa.”
“What?”
“You look . . . I don’t even know how to describe it.” He didn’t look impressed, he looked disappointed.
“Should I change?”
“If you do we’ll be late.”
“Is it bad?”
“No. Let’s just go.” He turned and walked down the steps towards the truck.
“Oh . . . Okay.” I locked the door behind me and followed him. It was chilly but I didn’t dare go back to get a jacket with the mood he was in. As I climbed into the truck he turned the radio up. He didn’t say anything as he pulled out of the driveway so I didn’t say anything to him.
It was the longest drive I had ever experienced but it gave me time to think about what I might have done to make him angry with me. None of it seemed big enough or bad enough to get him mad so I just gave up and let the music flow through me.
* * *
The party was already loud and everywhere by the time we arrived. The music competed with the voices of the people there. They were bringing in what looked like the fourth or fifth keg. And people were running upstairs to see which rooms were left. I could feel the tension radiating from him even as he held me.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“Um . . . Pepsi?”
I pulled on my silky black bikini bottoms first then tied my top on. The shirt I had chosen was a grey tank top with lace edges that showed some cleavage but left the rest to the imagination. It fit me just right, hugging my curves perfectly all around. Then the skirt was light denim with torn-looking edges that fell right above mid-thigh and hugged my legs snuggly but not too tight.
“I hope he likes this one.” I said as went to the mirror to fix my make up. I put on more than I usually did, foundation, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, and lip gloss. When I finished it was ten to eight. I took one last look at my reflection, slipped on my shoes, grabbed my bag and walked downstairs. I had just sat down on the couch when the doorbell rang. I picked up my things and went to answer it.
“Hey . . . Whoa.”
“What?”
“You look . . . I don’t even know how to describe it.” He didn’t look impressed, he looked disappointed.
“Should I change?”
“If you do we’ll be late.”
“Is it bad?”
“No. Let’s just go.” He turned and walked down the steps towards the truck.
“Oh . . . Okay.” I locked the door behind me and followed him. It was chilly but I didn’t dare go back to get a jacket with the mood he was in. As I climbed into the truck he turned the radio up. He didn’t say anything as he pulled out of the driveway so I didn’t say anything to him.
It was the longest drive I had ever experienced but it gave me time to think about what I might have done to make him angry with me. None of it seemed big enough or bad enough to get him mad so I just gave up and let the music flow through me.
* * *
The party was already loud and everywhere by the time we arrived. The music competed with the voices of the people there. They were bringing in what looked like the fourth or fifth keg. And people were running upstairs to see which rooms were left. I could feel the tension radiating from him even as he held me.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“Um . . . Pepsi?”
