"I'm thankful when Harry finally leaves so Nick and I can discuss the party. I need more details to ease my nerves, and having him around is no help at all.
"Where is the party? Is it within walking distance?" I ask him, trying to sound calm as I align my books neatly on the shelf.
"Technically, it's a frat party, at one of the biggest frat houses here. It's off campus, so we won't be walking but Melanie will pick us up."
I'm grateful it won't be Harry, even though I know he will be there. Somehow riding with him seems unbearable. Why is he so rude? If anything, he should be grateful that I'm not judging him for the way he has destroyed his body with holes and tattoos. Okay, maybe I am judging him a little, but not to his face. I'm at least polite about our differences. In my home, tattoos and piercings are not a normal thing. I always had to have my hair combed,and my clothes clean and ironed. It's just the way it is.
"Did you hear me?" Nick says and interrupts my thoughts.
"I'm sorry... what?" I hadn't realized my mind had wandered to the rude boy.
"I said let's get ready— you can help pick out my outfit." He says the clothes he picks out are so inappropriate that I keep looking around for a hidden camera and someone to jump out and tell me this is all a joke. I cringe at each one and he laughs, obviously finding my distaste humorous.
The shirt — no, piece of scrap metal —he chooses is made out of what looks like black fishnet that show off his body.The only thing keeping him from showing his entire body is his solid black skinny jeans, and those aren't leaving a lot to the imagination. His flaming red hair is in a mo-hawk somehow he has even more eyeliner than he had on before.
"Did your tattoos hurt?" I ask him as I pull out my favorite maroon suit ."
"The first one sort of did, but not as bad as you would think. It's almost like a bee stinging you over and over," he says with a shrug.
"That sounds terrible," I tell him and him laughs. It occurs to me that he probably finds me as strange as I find him. That we're both unfamiliar with each other is oddly comforting.
"You're not really wearing that, are you?" He gapes at my suit.
My hand slides over the fabric. This is my nicest suit , my favorite suit , and it's not like I really have all that many. "What is wrong with this?" I ask, trying to hide how offended I am. The maroon material is soft but sturdy, the same material business suits are made of. The collar goes up to my neck and the sleeves are three-quarter length, hitting just under my elbows.
"It's nice, I just think it's a little too heavy for a party,you could borrow something of mine?" He offers and I laugh.
"Thanks, Nick . I'm fine wearing this, though," I tell him.
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