Bonfire

     I sigh as I look in he mirror. "This is ridiculous Clare!"

     "Are you stupid! You look amazing in that dress!" she said standing behind me as if she was about to start sucking my blood. "This dress hugs you in all the right places."

     She was right it did hug me in all the right places. It was a maroon colored dress and made my huge hips stand out, and I really didn't want that, but Clare said I looked great and something told me I just had to trust her.

     Now about the heels! They were so uncomfortable, but after walking in them for a while...they were still uncomfortable, but I trust Clare.

     "Now about your hair..." she said walking around which made me sort of nervous it was increasing the anxiety that I didn't have, at least, not when I first met her.

     She decided to straighten my hair, because and I quote she said, "I don't want you looking better than me." I doubt that was possible though she had such a nice figure and was so thin. While I had a big a*s and big hips, average breasts and even though my stomach was flat I felt no where near like Nicki Minaj.

     As for Clare, she was a pencil skirt and a tight white V neck t-shirt. It was really cute and her shoes were black flats...I don't under stand why she making me look so formal with the hair and the tight strapless dress and the heels. I doubt anyone is going to be dressing like me, but it's my first day here so what do I know. I'm only a freshman in college.

 

     Clare drove because my feet where already starting to feel numb and I wasn't to plan on dying today I had a whole future ahead of me.

     She wouldn't tell me where we were going, but once we got there and I stepped out of the car on to the warn out concrete I could see that even though the sun was setting it was a beautiful park with a stream that twinkled on the far side in front of healthy green tree. They were all different sizes and still so beautiful in the moon light.

     "It's so beautiful," I said is a painful voice.

     "Katie, you know those heels are for show. You can take them off," she said to me laughing quietly as to not attract so much attention.

     "Thanks Clare for telling me after my feet have begun to bleed," I winced as I sat on the hood off the car taking off the heels.

     In the pain I was feeing it seemed to be going away, because I could see Brad walking straight toward up with his signature smirk on his face. It was quite attractive, but I don't need this guy messing up my life in college.

      I slid off Clare's heels quickly and threw them on the floor, and then I thought bad move Katie.

     Brad waved us over and Clare and I stepped onto the dry green grass leaving the heels behind, and followed him to a group of people relaxing and dancing and drinking near a giant flame of fire.

     As we walked by some trees I could see couples kissing passionately and furiously. Vampires were kissing instead of blood sucking. Wolves were howling on the far side of the park; I'm guessing it was because most people were getting annoyed with them. Wizard were drawing in the air and lighting the place up with floating candles.

     It was exciting and when I looked over on my right to talk to Clare she had already disappeared into the crowd of people dancing. It wasn't a surprised since she was a partying kind of person.

     Now I was left all allow with the one guy I was hoping I could avoid tonight, but I knew that wasn't going to happen after what Clare told him.

      He turned around and looked at me with that same smirk on his face. Maybe he was born with a smirk with his face, maybe he can only smirk. I guess with world will never know why he smirks so much.

     Brad smiles at me. "I smirk at you because I find you interesting."

     I look at him and stay silent for a few second and then I decided to speak. "How did you know that I wasn't even talking."

     He smiles for one and said, "Because I'm a wizard and I decided to read your mind."

     That's really rude don't you think! Like what kind of person just decides to read someone's mind without thinking about how that other person feels. Oh right...him. Brad is that type of guy to be so selfish and think of it as just a game.

     I look up at him and his neck bends to look down at me. Then I walk past him refusing to make any physical contact with such a greedy and selfish b***h.

     "Oh come on Katie!" he said with regret in the tone of his voice. "Your not going to just leave me standing here because of that are you?"

     I turn back and look at him not showing any emotion, and without thinking I walk back to him and spoke in a quiet voice pulling him to eye level. "You might think you amazing and a hottie but you're are just a b*****d."

     Now maybe I was exaggerating when I said that, but my thoughts are personal and I don't think what he did was very fair to me as a person.

     I didn't let go of his shirt after I told him off like I knew I was actually talking about, and our eyes were locked and it was like someone had just threw the keys away because we couldn't stop staring at each other in the eyes. His eyes...they are so beautiful and I can't help but wanting to get closer to him, but that moment faded when he said stop softly.'

     I let go of his shirt and gave him the ability to stand up again making me feel like the smallest girl in the world.

     Brad looks at me and doesn't want to break the eye contact we shared. "Look...I'm really sorry. To be honest you are the first girl to actually tell me off like that and..."

     He wasn't able to finish his sentence because something happened that night that make my heart beat at a rate that I never imagined my heart could beat. It felt so amazing and I couldn't help it, but think about how this night would change the rest of my life as a freshman and as a girl in general.

 

Author's Note

This chapter is very long for all the other ones I have written, but I think it is more amazing than the last chapter. Sorry if there are some errors I didn't feel like wearing my glasses.
Please comment what you think about it.