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Chapter 6
This evening, around eight thirty, I peered out my window, and saw that Nick
had just pulled up to the curb. I grabbed my coat, and went down the hallway
to get Scott, which was no easy task, considering how big my uncle’s
house was.
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I knocked on the door, and a showered and dressed Scott opened the door.
He had on all black, baggy jeans and an overly tight shirt.
“You know, Scott, if you didn’t wash your shirts in such hot water,
they wouldn’t shrink so much,” I said, referring to his extremely
small shirt. Scott rolled his eyes.
“Well, at least I can afford to buy more than half a shirt,” he
retorted, referring to my shirt. It was a hanging halter top, which showed
off almost my entire back, my stomach, and a lot of cleavage. It was a shining
scarlet, and was probably more like one-quarter of a shirt. I was also wearing
black flares, which were extremely tight around the butt, something I knew
was one of my best features. I had black leather Italian sandals, with little
flowers embroidered on the straps, and my toenails were painted to match
my shirt. My hair was pulled half up, half down, with a few curly, highlighted
strands framing my face. I had spent most of my time getting ready after
Nick left. Scott had wanted to know why I needed to look so good.
My response had been, “Well, there’ll have to be some college guys
there.” Scott had just rolled his eyes in response.
We exited the house quietly, because I had figured that if my aunt and uncle
knew where I was going, they would be exactly overjoyed at the thought.
Nick’s Black Explorer was shining in the evening light, which there
wasn’t much of, since it was nearly dark.
“Hey,” Nick said. “Hop in.” He pushed the passenger seat
door open, and Scott climbed in, and I got in back.
After about twenty minutes of driving, we got to a very large, very LOUD
house. Music was blasting all the way down the block. Seems like my kind
of place… I knew my parents had largely sent me here because they
didn’t approve of my partying ways. I had always been flippant about
school, and my parents didn’t like a lot of my friends and boyfriends.
As we came into the house, I noticed a lot of the people there seemed to
be drunk already. Oh well, might as well join the party, I thought, grabbing
a beer and hopping into the middle of the dance floor. I grabbed a hot guy
in a tight shirt, and we started dancing…