Pushing the thought from my head I got up.
I went grocery shopping.
As I wandered the aisles, I thought about Jay and this party he’d invited me too. I had to come to a decision. I needed to stop with Jay. It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t who I wanted and he was a sweet guy. He shouldn’t be second choice.
I had walked to the store, so it was with a feeling of regret that I loaded up the three full bags and started the trek home.
The city was quiet but then I remembered the Buffs were playing at home today. I hadn’t been to a school game yet. I really should. It was poor school spirit.
At home I unpacked and put my groceries away. It was still unseasonably warm out for mid-October. However, they had been talking about the weather front coming in promising the onset of fall.
Proper fall. Not blistering heat as the leaves dropped.
In the afternoon, I cleaned. Then it was homework. I was a bit ahead now, but I was happy with the head start. I felt on top of things for the upcoming assignments.
My phone beeped. I reached for it.
Jay:Hey, didn’t hear back from you last night, you ok for tonight?
Oh, damn it, I had forgotten he had texted.
Me:Um, sure. Where will we be going?
Jay:Party. Do me a favour don’t tell the terrible twosome?
I felt a little bit guilty.
Me:Course not. Text me the address though, I’ll meet you there?
There was a long silence.
Jay:Sure, at work will send it later, Aaron’s eyeballing me
Growling under my breath I had a few choice words to say about Tattoo Neck. I went for my shower just before 5:00 and then made myself a nice dinner.
I used the hairdryer to style my hair and I took care with what I wanted to wear. Jeans definitely. My black skinny ones had been worn recently and I hadn’t washed them yet. I found an old pair of dark grey ones with rips in the knees and pockets. I searched for a black vest top, it was tight fitting but comfortable. I tossed it on top of the jeans.
I looked at all the clothes I had and with a pang of regret I thought of the clothes in the other house. However, I recalled the girls from the bar and what they had been wearing, I needed a grungier look if I wanted to fit in.
Gritting my teeth with determination, I dug deep into my closet. I found an old running top I used to wear in high school. It was a drop armhole, racerback shirt. It was deep purple, I’d forgotten I had it. I loved it. It was long enough to cover my ass.
I found nice black underwear, I wanted a nice bra strap to show, not my tatty old reliable bra.
The phone beeped with the address. I made the decision and forwarded the message to Corey.
Me:Please don’t tell them, but if you don’t hear from me every half hour, send Matt?
Corey instantly replied.
Corey:I don’t like it
Me:I’m overreacting. But...
Corey:If you’re worried maybe you shouldn’t go?
Me:I have to do this.
Corey:I understand. I’ll have my phone on me all night. Be safe.