"Later, when my hair was perfectly gelled back into a fringe.I push two Bobby pins in, one on each side to keep my hair from getting in my face.
"Do you want to use some of my makeup?" Nick asks, and I look in the mirror again.
My eyes always look a little too large for my face, but I prefer to go natural. I pretty proud of how well I take care of my skin so why hide it if I don't need to?
"Maybe a little eyeliner?" I say, still unsure.
With a smile, he hands me three pencils: one purple, one black, and one brown. I roll them around in my fingers, deciding between the black and brown.
"The purple will look great with your eyes," he says, and I smile but shake my head. "Your eyes are so unique—want to trade?" He jokes.
But Nick has beautiful green eyes; why would he even joke about trading with me? I take the black pencil and draw"
"the thinnest possible line around both eyes, earning a proud smile from Nick .
His phone buzzes and he grabs his wallet. "Melanie's here," he says. I grab my wallet, smooth my suit, and slip on my flat, white Toms, which he eyes but doesn't comment on.
Melanie is waiting out front of the building, heavy rock music blaring out of her car's rolled-down windows. I can't help but glance around to see everyone staring. I keep my head down and just as I look up, I see Harry lean up in the front seat. He must have been bending down. Ugh."
"Hey guys," Melanie greets us.
Harry glares at me as I climb in behind Nick and end up getting stuck sitting directly behind him. "You do know that we are going to a party, not a church, right, Lewis?" he says, and I glance at the side mirror and find a smirk across his face.
"Please don't call me Lewis. It's Louis," I warn him.
"Sure thing, Lewis."
I lean back against my seat and roll my eyes. I choose not to banter back and forth with him,it's not worth my time.
I stare out the window, trying to drown out the loud music as we drive. Finally, Melanie parks on the side of a busy street lined with large, seemingly identical houses. Painted in black letters is the name of the fraternity, but I can't make out the words because of the overgrown vines sneaking up the side of the massive house in front of us. Messy strings of toilet paper sprawl up the white house, and the noise coming from inside adds to the stereotypical "frat house theme.
"It's so big how many people will be here?" I gulp. The lawn is full of people holding red cups, some of them dancing, right there on the lawn. I'm way out of my league here.
"A full house, hurry up," Harry responds and gets out of the car, slamming the car door behind him. From the backseat, I watch as multiple people high-five and shake Melanie's hand, ignoring Harry. What surprises me is that no one else that I see is covered in tattoos like he, Melanie, and Nick are. Maybe I can make some friends here tonight after all.
"Coming?" Nick says with a smile and pops open his door and hops out.
I nod, mostly to myself, as I climb out of the car, making sure to smooth my suit again."
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