Club girls

I almost freak to death when I go through my daily planner in the morning. I have a party to attend tonight!

All the opening ups and weird booktalks with Greek gods have made this major detail slide under.

I now wish I refused Miley. Why do I care if she hates me anyway? She probably wouldn't even notice my absence with all the alcohol in her system.

I suddenly have this brilliant idea that I will make an excuse and ditch this party. I will only have to apologize to Miley if she finds out I didn't go, the chances of which are very slim.

Bella shouts at me the moment she sees me in the kitchen, "Someone's got a party tonight!" She has this morning charm thing that makes her dance out of bed. And I hate it for the first time.

"You always do Bella," I respond as casually as I can manage, hoping that she meant herself or just anyone else but me.

"Which is why I'm not a big deal. But you definitely are! Miley told me you're going to her party tonight. That's really cool of you El. I want that narcissistic girl to know you are more beautiful than she has eyes to judge. And I'm so doing your makeups tonight," she hops up and down gleefully, giving me all the more reasons to escape this torment.

"Actually Bella, I'm not going tonight. But maybe some other night, sure you can make me look beautiful," I tell her nervously.

"What?" She freaks. "You can't ditch us. Please El! Mark was so excited you are coming. He has something really special planned for you." My stomach drops. I hate surprises. I hate not knowing what to expect. And I don't like the sound of this either. Why on earth would Mark plan a surprise for me? The thought makes me dizzy and not in a good way.

"Actually, I'm going to go visit Mark's mom so I'm sure he will understand." The words leave my mouth before I could properly contemplate. And now it's not such a bad idea. I have promised him I will visit anyway. "Yeah I really am visiting Emma," I repeat but with better resolve this time.

"Yeah, yeah! I heard it the first time," she rolls her eyes. "But you can do that some other time. C'mon, I really wanna give you a make over. You need it. Besides, it seemed like Miley would be expecting you."

"I swear I'll make it upto you guys some other day soon. And if Miley does notice I wasn't there, tell her something came up and I'm really sorry. Can you do that?" Her face falls for a second before changing into a wicked smirk.

"On one condition," she says, pointing out her index finger at me.

"Of course!" I groan in frustration, "Name your price."

"I will still give you a makeover today," she says crossing her hands across her chest.

"Bella! I am going to someone's house. And I'm not even a proper guest. Don't you think it would be really weird to dress up like a club girl for a family dinner?" I tell her, hoping she realizes the horror of her deal.

"That's not a problem! You can just tell her you dropped by somewhere else first. A club perhaps?"

"Oh C'mon Bells! This is unnecessary."

"No! It's called a change. But if you have problems, I understand. However, don't blame me when I accidentally tell Miley at college that you are not coming tonight. She might get upset if she is all sober." A triumph smile plays on her lips. She knows she has won.

"Since when do you care if Miley gets upset?" I humor but with an almost resigned energy.

"I don't! It's called adaptation," she purses her lips.

"Fine!" I forfeit. At least it's better than handling a party full of drunkards.

"Fine?" She repeats with surprise. "Great! Yes! I'm so excited." She crosses our little distance and embraces me in a hug. I wrap my hands around her back and she flinches.

"Whoa! What just happened? Are you hurt?" I barely touched her.

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing. I just hit my shoulders with..something," she stammers, clearly lying. But why would she lie? I don't comment on it any further but I feel like I'm missing something very obivious.

College was a blurr. Time usually works in opposite course. When we want to drag and prolong a moment, it's gone before we know it. But when we want to skip time, it stops after bringing us right in front of it. I know it has a lot to do with our psychology than philosophy but still, I refuse to believe life doesn't have magics involved. It sounds funny coming from a girl who has seen the irony of life.

Soon we are driving back home. Courtney and Bella are in my car today. Thankfully Leo is gone. From what I heard of Bella's marathon gossips, he is getting another tattoo.

"So is he getting it done on his face this time? Cause I don't see any other shareable spot left on his voodoo doll body. Although he might as well paint his asshole." Courtney comments randomly while we enter the house. Courtney isn't very fond of Leo either.

"Actually he is doing it around the edge of his underarms," Bella shrugs and courtney bursts into a laughter. I smile too, despite my efforts to keep up a straight face. Bella never seems to get offended when Courtney roasts her boyfriend like a raw steak, which is all the time.

"How do you live with that freak?" Courtney asks again.

"He is too good in bed," Bella answers without thinking.

"So you are like into BDSM shit? Cause he seems like a violent douche bag to me," Courtney makes a disgusted face. That's when it clickes how the bruise on her shoulder appeared.

"That bruise!" I exclaim, "He did that to you, didn't he?"

Bella looks a lot more uncomfortable now, her cheeks are red as a tomato. "C'mon you guys! It happens when you have intense rough sex," she says as if that makes it right.

"So you are saying you're obsessed with this humorless tattooed bastard because he gives you bruises?" Courtney inquires, seeming genuinely lost.

"He has humor," Bella protests, " It just doesn't feel right to the virgin pussies."

"I'm not a virgin for the hundredth time," Courtney growls.

"Guys! Cut it out! You're giving me a headache." I actually might need a Tylenol.

I take a bath in the noon knowing that I might be tired at night. Emma is a very enthusiastic woman. I need a lot of attention and energy to keep up.

And before I know it, I'm sitting in front of Bella's dressing mirror next while she's giving me a Halloween ride. When was the last time I made a sudden plan like this? This is a trait I have carried from my childhood, inherited from my mother. I always like to keep it planned and under control. I think about giving Mark a heads-up about my changes in plan but then he would insist on coming with me and miss the party. So I decide to let him figure it out from the girls.

Bella has placed me inside a tight black, backless dress. It reaches upto the top of my thighs. The neck is revealed with criss cross thin straps of the fabric. It's beautiful but just not for me.

After my constant naggings about changing this dress Bella only allowed me to wear a fishnet tights underneath.

Emma's going to have a field day processing my costume. Although, I hate to admit it but she kinda did a good job with the makeup. It took me a while to believe my eyes could possibly look so big. She has amazingly pulled out my hazy blue eyes with thick eyelining and beautiful smoky shades. My cheeks are all contoured, blushed and highlighted. My small nose is uplifted amd my lips are massacred in mate maroon lipstick.

I couldn't stop myself from admiring the woman standing in front of me for a second. She looks like a strong, independent woman who knows how to look beautiful and composed, someone who has a plan, who is self confident and knows what to do with life, someone definitely not me.

"Thank you Bella. You really did make me look beautiful," I tell her on our way to the party. I am dropping Bella and Courtney off first and I'm not too positive about it. Something is unsettling about this party.

"You have the most amazing face and the smoothest skin, I barely just pointed that out," Bella compliments me in her style.

"You could have just said 'Eileen you are beautiful without any make-up at all'," Courtney edits.

I laugh, "As much as it's flattering, don't fight over me girls."

Bella smacks me lightly with her purse, "You're worth it." And the two of them joins me in on the laughter.