CHAPTER 6

The rest of the introduction day went by rather slowly and I didn't really pay much attention, my nerves were killing me.

As the hour hand hit 9 I started thinking about cancelling the plans and just keep on living the boring, but comfortable life, in my bed.

"Don't be a pussy," I whispered to myself as I started getting ready.

Ok, but what do you even wear for a party.

In the movies, girls always put on some sexy tight dresses or something like that, but I don't own that shit.

The idea of cancelling just got a bit better.

"Ugh!" I went through my entire closet and just wasn't able to find something party appropriate.

After a smaller breakdown reason got control of my brain once again and I have decided to text Sanem.

I need ur help. I have nothing to wear.

I was sitting on my bed, rather impatiently, waiting for her response.

I texted Naomi, fashion is more her department, she'll be there soon.

I really wished Sanem would come to my rescue, since my relationship with Naomi is not really the strongest, but at least I will look ok on that party. Naomi had this ability to style the most common pieces of clothing in a stylish way.

"Ok, so how big is the problem, I still gotta do my make-up." She said as she barged in my room without knocking.

Naomi was wearing simple maroon mini-dress over black tights and black see-through shirt. Her dark braided hair in a bun on top of her head.

She looked amazing and thank god Sanem sent her.

She looked around my room with clothes everywhere: "Okay, quite big, but nothing we couldn't handle."

"I brought some clothes with me, no offense, but seeing what you are normally wearing I thought you may use some of mine." She said as she laid some of her tops down my bed.

"None taken." She did have a point.

"You know those black yeans you wore on Saturday?" She started and I just couldn't help but wonder how did she know what pants I was wearing that day, we didn't know each other back then.

But then I remembered Brianna's words and how much I stood out with my black attire.

"Yeah, what about them?" I asked.

"Well, I was thinking that we could rip them some more and then you could wear some fishnets underneath. You do own fishnets right?"

I nodded.

"Cool. Put the jeans on. Also where can I find scissors?"

"First or second drawer on the left," I said while pointing to my desk.

After I put my jeans on she continued: "OK, so with ripped jeans you will stay true to your style, keep your edginess and show some leg. Because of the prostitute vibe fishnets will provide, you will look more approachable and not so intimidating. It's nothing like wearing a dress but better than whatever you were probably thinking."

I chuckled.

She said it so bluntly I just couldn't help it.

"Sorry." She said more quietly and I think I noticed a blush on her cheek.

"It's ok, facts were spoken."

It was her turn to chuckle then.

��I'm just gonna cut this all out, ok?" She said, while pointing on the knee and lower thigh area.

"I trust you." I said and she smiled to herself.

After a while she finished cutting and ripping, "Ok, now put fishnets underneath and then choose between the tops I brought." She made a small pause and then added: "Also wear a bra."

I blushed.

Not going to a lie, I was a bit flattered she noticed my dislike of bras.

"Black preferably." She said, turned away from me, digging through the make-up bag she brought.

I chose dark gray push-up bra with black lacey straps. It was the sexiest I owned.

At first I wasn't sure whether or not I should put the bra on here, but I did it anyway.

"I'm not sure your shirts will fit me." I said to her, while she was putting eyeliner on in my mirror.

"Don't worry," she said and we made eye-contact through the mirror.

Everything went silent for a moment and there was a shift of energy.

After a few very charged seconds she continued: "at least one will."

I turned around and swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Focus on shirts," I said to myself.

I chose black strapless crop-top and decided to do something with my hair, while Naomi was still doing her makeup.

I didn't really know what I was doing. My hair is quite wavy, so I didn't dare to comb it, but styling it wasn't exactly my strong suit either.

"It hurts watching you," Naomi said teasingly. "C'mon sit down." She pointed to the chair in front of the mirror: "I'll help you."

I sat down, a bit unsure about the whole situation.

"Ok, let me see." She said while playing with my hair.

She was taking strands of them and putting them in different positions and I observed her through the mirror.

"Ok, yeah this will do." She said and we made another eye-contact in the mirror. I watched her take two strands of hair and pinning them at the side of my head.

Her movements were very tender and the entire situation strangely personal.

"All done." She said and moved a step away to see her work from a distance. "I would suggest some eyeliner, mascara and dark red shade of lipstick." She then added.

I picked up my make-up bag and put my mascara and eye-liner on. "I don't really own lipsticks so this should do."

I told her and searched her eyes in the mirror. She was sitting on my bed observing me. "Did I fuck up?" I asked, because of the uncertainty in her eyes.

"No, I was just really struck by your eye-liner skills." She said after recovering a bit.

"Yeah, that's my superpower," I joked.

"You may borrow mine," she said.

"What?" I was confused.

"Lipstick, silly." She said with a smile. "Here," she pulled my chair to her and put the lipstick on my lips.

My breath quickened. As the stick touched my lips I felt the strange desire for it to be her lips instead.

The thought freaked me out and I backed away. "Thanks."

She was a bit taken aback with my sudden reluctant behavior. "Em…no problem."

I checked my phone for time. It was 9.58 already.

"Are you ready? We should go." I said, a little cold to her.

"Yeah just let me pack my bag." She made a small pause: "or would it be ok if I came back for my things after the party?"

"Sure."