Ugly girl

Chapter 12

My bedroom door barges open and I find Maze leaning in my doorway. “What the hell are you doing? It’s Friday night. Don’t you want to go to your first Aston Creek party?”

“And give Slade the perfect opportunity to humiliate me? No thanks,” Maze rolls her eyes and welcomes herself into my room. “Who let you in here in the first place?”

“Ben did. He’s excited that you’re getting out of the house. He said something about date night with Shay and well…you know. He wished us a good night and told us not to be back before midnight.”

My face scrunches up in disgust. “Eww, I didn’t want to hear that.”

“Come on,” she says, finding my bag of makeup and rifling through it. “It was sweet, they’re so in love with each other.”

“Love is an evil sickness,” I tell her. “There’s the rare few who can make it work like my parents and Shay and Ben, but for everyone else, all you get is heartbreak, jealousy, hatred, and pain.”

“Or STDs.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go and get some.”

“STDs?”

“Well, I doubt we’re going to find love.”

I roll my eyes and give in. If Ben is pla

I start going through my clothes, thankful that Shay stopped by the mall and picked me up a few more options. I have to give it to her; she knows a thing or two about picking clothes that work with my body shape.

I grab a cropped black tank and pull it over my head then look in the full-length mirror as I position it down over my bra. It sits just over my ribs and I dig through my closet for my high waisted jean shorts, absolutely loving them. They’re ripped in all the right places and sit perfectly over my curvy ass. I button them up and tie my plaid shirt around my waist, feeling the bottom of it tickling my calves.

After throwing my hair into a loose bun and lining my eyes, I step into my vans and head out of here. “How the hell do you look so hot after thirty seconds of getting ready?” Maze questions, as we walk out to her car.

“It’s a gift,” I tell her.

“Bullshit, it’s what happens when someone doesn’t give a shit about dressing up for anyone. You look naturally sexy which is going to gain every guy’s attention while all the other chicks look fake with big cock sucking lips.”

I grin. She has a valid point. “Who are you dressing up for?”

Maze blows me a kiss and winks. “For you, baby.”

We drop down into her car and I wonder where the hell this thing was when she made me walk to the basketball court. “Whose party is this?” I ask as she starts up her car and cringes as the car squeals while putting it into drive.

I say a little prayer, unsure I’m going to make it out of this alive. Maze had dropped me home one day after school and I vowed to never let her do it again. Her driving is horrendous. It’s honestly a miracle that she hasn’t been involved in any major accidents yet.

She looks across at me and I silently beg her to keep her eyes on the road. A guilty grin rips across her face and she hits the locks on the doors, making me uncomfortably suspicious. “Okay, so, I know you’re all about the dramatics and all, but promise me you’re not going to bail out of my moving car because your face is too pretty to get all scratched up on the road.”

“No,” I say, shaking my head as dread fills me. I pull on the door handle, double-checking it’s locked. “I am not going to a party at Slade’s house. Let me out.”

Maze cringes. “Well, it’s not technically at Slade’s place.”

“Technically? What’s that supposed to mean? It’s either his place or not?”

“It’s Damian’s place and Slade is there enough so…it’s kinda like his place.”

“Fuck, Maze. What were you thinking dragging me into the lion’s den?”

“Come on,” she says, looking over and trying to appear somewhat i

I roll my eyes and let out a groan. “Fine, but don’t think for one second that I’m going to be hiding from them. If we’re going to do this thing, then we’re going all out and enjoying ourselves until those fuckers inevitably kick us out.”

“Damn straight. That’s the motherfucking spirit.”

“Okay,” I laugh, wondering how the hell tonight is going to play out. “You can bring it down a notch.”

“No, I can’t. Tonight we’re having fun so you need to put your Slade bullshit aside so we can enjoy ourselves. I don’t know about you, but I plan on getting shit-faced. Hell, I might even be down for a threesome tonight.”

“Bullshit,” I laugh, hoping she’s an advocate for ‘don’t drink and drive.’ “There’s no way. You don’t have the balls for a threesome.”

Maze pauses and considers me a moment before reality sets in. “Okay…you might be right about the threesome, but a girl can dream.”

I shake my head as Maze grins wide with excitement and turns up the music until I can’t even hear myself think. I let out a long breath and relax back into the seat. Maze is right, tonight I need to push my Slade bullshit aside and enjoy myself. It’s been a week of hell waiting for him to humiliate me in some horrendous kind of way after I let Blake loose on his ass, trying to get my knife back. Though, I don’t regret it one bit. I’ve been sleeping like a baby and haven’t had anyone sneaking into my room in the dead of night, so that’s always a bonus.

Maze brings her beat-up car to a stop in a busy street and I follow the crowd down to a small house. At least, this is my version of small. For Aston Creek, it’s probably one of the bigger properties, but after being raised as a mob princess with a silver spoon in my mouth, I seem to have a slightly different meaning to the term ‘big.’

Maze and I step out of her car and she instantly fixes her skirt and adjusts her thigh-high boots, making sure she looks perfect. Me, I couldn’t give a shit what I look like. I’m not here to impress anyone.

She loops her arms through mine and practically drags me along. I glance down at our arms with a strange fondness that I wasn’t quite prepared for. I grew up with my best friend, Luce and well, I don’t know if she’d even consider herself that anymore seeing as though I up and left without a word nearly four weeks ago, but I’ve missed her and right now, I feel as though this strange friendship with Maze is begi

We walk down the pathway leading to Damian’s front door and realize there’s no way in unless we plan on barging through the packed bodies spilling out of the open door. I glance over to the front window and see that it’s just as full. Maze was right, there’s going to be so many people here that I won’t even notice Slade. I guess I can relax and enjoy myself after all.

Upon seeing me walking down the pathway, most of the party guests step out of my way and I grin knowing that I’ve made some sort of impact in Aston Creek. People know that I’m not going to sit back and be trampled, I’ve had that life and that’s not me anymore. I’m stronger, fiercer. Besides, they’re probably more afraid that I’ll cause some sort of damage trying to get through.