"i'm looking at her face but i'm seeing you, she's sleeping on your side, what can i do?"
* no one compares to you - jack & jack

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sunday, not a fun day. i've been doing homework ever since i woke up. i also finished the two recent assignment's in jack's class to impress him. i'm not dumb, i just don't listen.

i groan, letting my pencil fall down on my notebook and i stack all of my textbooks. a quick starbucks run wouldn't hurt, right? i tie my hair into a quick bun before slipping on a sweatshirt around my arms and heading out of my room.

i lock the front door and bump into amaya on the way out. why is this always happening all of a sudden.

"hey, where to?" she asks me, stepping into the elevator.

"starbucks." i shrug and she smiles.

"can i tag along?"

"sure." i smile back, glad she didn't mention anything about me or mr. gilinsky.

"so... there's a party tonight." she tells me and my eyebrows pull together.

"but we have class tomorrow."

"do you think that frat boys care?" she grins at me as we walk out of the elevator and to starbucks. "max is going to be there. you should come."

"don't i need an actual invite?" i raise an eyebrow and she shakes her head.

"they'll let in anything with a vagina." she jokes and i let out a laugh.

"i'll see if i can make it. what time is it at?" i ask her as we arrive inside of starbucks.

she paid for me last time, so i'll pay for her today. i order my drink and hers and after that, she replies to my unanswered question.

"around 9." she shrugs and my eyes widen.

"why so late? everyone has class tomorrow."

"you didn't have a problem with skipping the other day." amaya's lips turn into a short smile.

we grab our drinks and walk back to our complex. she asks if i can come over and i say yes, because why the hell not? i can just finish my work later. later meaning never. i got my math assignments done and that's what really mattered to me.

amaya plops down onto the couch, sipping her latte, "what are you gonna wear? you can't possibly wear that." she scans my outfit.

"i know." i roll my eyes. "we have like two and a half hours. can you chill?"

"yes, but i want to know because i'm just gonna wear this there."

my eyes go over her outfit quickly. i'm not surprised. she always dresses classy. she's wearing thigh high black boots with a maroon colored turtleneck dress that hugs her body tightly.

"okay, you can stop checking me out." she snaps her fingers in front of my face.

i laugh, "sorry, i was thinking about something."

i shake my head to rid off of my thoughts today. i walk into my room and she shouts for me to wait up. i take a seat on my very, very comfy white bed.

"you can pick out my outfit."

"it's not that cold out and we'll be inside so you can wear something sexy." she emphasizes. "to grab max's attention."

i purse my lips and raise my eyebrows, "oh goodie." i sarcastically say.

after sleeping with jack, i'm not sure if i want max or even nate anymore for that matter. amaya begins to toss random things onto my bed and puts something together quickly.

"cropped black top with long sleeves, green sleeve-less puffer jacket, light wash jeans." my jeans with the pockets on the front. "and these jordans." she tosses my green and white air jordans on the bed, along with a black beanie.
"yes hot. wear this."

i roll my eyes for the millionth time and grab the things from her hand. this outfit is a good one. i walk into the bathroom, i start by taking my hair out of its bun and letting it go to the naturally straight state and brush it out.

it looks nice and not greasy because i shampooed last night. i slip off my comfortable clothing and replace it with the very exposing to my breasts top. i feel like i'm about to have a nip slip at this party. the outfit looks nice when it's all put together.

i step out of the bathroom and she squeals with excitement. she claps her hands together, pulling her phone out.

"i need to take a picture! my best friend is a baddie." she yells and i cringe at the nickname.

"okay, settle down." i smile.

i sit down to do my makeup and i don't need to do anything too dramatic because it's going to be dark inside. i hope. i put on a pale pink lip and soft eyeliner, with a bit of a smokey eye.

once i finished my makeup, two hours had already passed. jesus, where did the time go.

"should we get going?" i ask, unsure.

amaya smirks, "to find your new boyfriend? max robinson? yes, let's go." she rushes.

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"ladies, you're early." one of the boys sitting at a table in front of the house says to us when we arrive.

"we know." amaya speaks up for the both of us.

"we'd usually make you sign in and charge you three dollars, but go ahead." he says to us and i give him a smile.

at least he's not the stereotypical jerk you read about.

"why did we come early again?" i ask, completely forgetting why.

"to see your boyfriend!" she says a little too loudly, making the huddle of boys in the living room turn to us.

"amaya?" derek smiles to her, causing her to blush.

ugh.

he then looks at me, "hey, weren't you at practice too?"

i nod my head, pursing my lips. i automatically feel lonely and uncomfortable when amaya runs over to him and leaves me on the other side of the room. one of the jocks starts to boom music while half of them still look at me with googly eyes.

"have you ever been to a party?" i hear a low voice from the huddle.

"yes?" i say as more of a question.

the boy appears from the group and my blood starts to pump when i see max. we've actually never conversed, now that i come to think of it.

"max." he holds my hand out for me to shake and i nervously do so.

"i know." i say and my eyes widen at my own words.

he chuckles, those beautiful white teeth showing, "i already know your name too, if it makes things less awkward, valerie." he emphasizes my name, making the blood rush straight to my cheeks.

"do you want to get something to drink before it gets flooded with people?" he asks me and i nod my head, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

what a gentleman, i think to myself as i follow him to the kitchen.

"do you know the people who are throwing the party?" i ask.

i sound so stupid, of course he does if he's here right now. then again, he could be like me and have no absolute clue.

"in fact, yes, i do because i live in this house."
he smirks at me, handing me a wine from the cooler.

"thank you." i politely say. "and you do? why throw a party on a sunday night?"

"want to test people and see who are rebels and would actually come." he shrugs, creating himself a drink. "i'm glad you showed up."

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