birthday on Friday. She was curious, but she managed to leave it unopened. Clara sat in her apartment all day, watching pointless afternoon soaps on her TV. The sound of a key inside the lock and the front door opening alerted her; Noel was home.
Clara thought about greeting him, but she decided against it. Twenty minutes later, she was about to leave her bedroom and see what was for dinner when her phone buzzed. Walking to the dresser, she saw that it was a message from Stevie.
Stevie was the campus Queen Bee; she was more popular than Annie. In the sense she knew everyone’s secrets, it was better that she was anally than an enemy. Thankfully, Clara and Stevie were on good terms. She opened it and saw what she dreaded. On her screen was a photo of Darren and a blondekissing.
Stevie: They’re at the end-of-year university party that YOU organised. I swear, Clara, you need to come down here and punch the bitch’s face in!
With her recent mopping, the days morphed together and she forgot that the social party of the year was tonight. Clara had spent the year organising which club they would attend and the guest list. The picture was a slap in the face. The pain she thought she had gotten over returned, fiercer than ever. She was about to reply and tell Stevie she wasn’t going to make it when she got another message.
Stevie: You thought he was a nice boy! He is the worst kind of nice boy. He was a fake! HE CHEATED ON YOU WITH THAT BITCH!!
Clara: Stevie, don’t work yourself up about it. You have fun tonight. I’m not coming.
Stevie: WHAT! Don’t you dare give them the satisfaction, Lawrence. Get yourself HOT and get that beautiful ass of yours, that I know boys drool over, down here. You don’t need a nice boy!
Clara wasn’t sure what to do. Stevie was right, though; she didn’t need a nice boy. What she needed was to attend the party she planned.
Clara: Screw it! I need reckless! I need someone that will make me forget. I’ll be in control this time.
Clara was about to text Stevie her reply when she got another text message.
Annie: Hello, Clara. It’s Annie. Stevie just texted me. Just wanted to know if you’re coming to the party tonight? If you were, then we could hang out. Let me know. –Annie
If Annie was going I would be in safe hands. I wouldn’t have to worry about going home with the wrong guy; she would make sure I didn’t.
Clara: Annie, tell Stevie I’m on my way!
It would be the first time Clara would be facing Darren since that night. She had to make sure he knew what he did. She went into her wardrobe and took out one of her tighter dresses. She knew it was a dress Darren never approved of. But she didn’t care. She would let any hot guy kiss her, and she would drink. This was his fault, and she wanted to rub it in his face. He was missing out.
Anger and resentment built inside of her. After she had taken a shower, she slipped into the tight dress that showed off her figure perfectly. She sat at her dresser and started to apply her makeup. She carefully placed on her fake lashes and a bit of eyeliner. She added blush and a red glossy lipstick then tied her black-and-gold short dress together.
Looking in the mirror, she didn’t look like herself. She looked sexier than she had ever looked before. Clara decided to leave her long curls as they were instead of straightening them. She needed to get to the club quickly and find herself a guy.
Collecting her phone from her dresser, she headed for the lounge room. Grabbing her ID and some cash, Clara put them in a small gold clutch she left in a drawer in the old French cabinet. She was about to walk out and hail a taxi when she remembered that she and Noel were going to eat dinner together.
“Noel,” she yelled out as she took out a twenty for pizza.
“Yeah,” he said as he strolled in from the kitchen and stopped in his tracks.
“What the hell are you wearing?” he asked in a growl that startled her. She noticed Noel’s
Clara thought about greeting him, but she decided against it. Twenty minutes later, she was about to leave her bedroom and see what was for dinner when her phone buzzed. Walking to the dresser, she saw that it was a message from Stevie.
Stevie was the campus Queen Bee; she was more popular than Annie. In the sense she knew everyone’s secrets, it was better that she was anally than an enemy. Thankfully, Clara and Stevie were on good terms. She opened it and saw what she dreaded. On her screen was a photo of Darren and a blondekissing.
Stevie: They’re at the end-of-year university party that YOU organised. I swear, Clara, you need to come down here and punch the bitch’s face in!
With her recent mopping, the days morphed together and she forgot that the social party of the year was tonight. Clara had spent the year organising which club they would attend and the guest list. The picture was a slap in the face. The pain she thought she had gotten over returned, fiercer than ever. She was about to reply and tell Stevie she wasn’t going to make it when she got another message.
Stevie: You thought he was a nice boy! He is the worst kind of nice boy. He was a fake! HE CHEATED ON YOU WITH THAT BITCH!!
Clara: Stevie, don’t work yourself up about it. You have fun tonight. I’m not coming.
Stevie: WHAT! Don’t you dare give them the satisfaction, Lawrence. Get yourself HOT and get that beautiful ass of yours, that I know boys drool over, down here. You don’t need a nice boy!
Clara wasn’t sure what to do. Stevie was right, though; she didn’t need a nice boy. What she needed was to attend the party she planned.
Clara: Screw it! I need reckless! I need someone that will make me forget. I’ll be in control this time.
Clara was about to text Stevie her reply when she got another text message.
Annie: Hello, Clara. It’s Annie. Stevie just texted me. Just wanted to know if you’re coming to the party tonight? If you were, then we could hang out. Let me know. –Annie
If Annie was going I would be in safe hands. I wouldn’t have to worry about going home with the wrong guy; she would make sure I didn’t.
Clara: Annie, tell Stevie I’m on my way!
It would be the first time Clara would be facing Darren since that night. She had to make sure he knew what he did. She went into her wardrobe and took out one of her tighter dresses. She knew it was a dress Darren never approved of. But she didn’t care. She would let any hot guy kiss her, and she would drink. This was his fault, and she wanted to rub it in his face. He was missing out.
Anger and resentment built inside of her. After she had taken a shower, she slipped into the tight dress that showed off her figure perfectly. She sat at her dresser and started to apply her makeup. She carefully placed on her fake lashes and a bit of eyeliner. She added blush and a red glossy lipstick then tied her black-and-gold short dress together.
Looking in the mirror, she didn’t look like herself. She looked sexier than she had ever looked before. Clara decided to leave her long curls as they were instead of straightening them. She needed to get to the club quickly and find herself a guy.
Collecting her phone from her dresser, she headed for the lounge room. Grabbing her ID and some cash, Clara put them in a small gold clutch she left in a drawer in the old French cabinet. She was about to walk out and hail a taxi when she remembered that she and Noel were going to eat dinner together.
“Noel,” she yelled out as she took out a twenty for pizza.
“Yeah,” he said as he strolled in from the kitchen and stopped in his tracks.
“What the hell are you wearing?” he asked in a growl that startled her. She noticed Noel’s
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