I was starting to get desperate at this point.

"So what will it be?" I asked myself in a game show host voice. "Outfit number one? Outfit number two? Or outfit number three?"

I hopped over to the place opposite from where I'm facing. I rubbed my chin and tapped my foot, looking like I'm pondering to myself.

"I don't know. They all look like good choices. I just can't seem to choose."

You could see it now. Front page: Girl Who Talks to Herself Will be Sent to Psychopath Ward. But until I'm sentence to a place like that, I need to choose an outfit. Each outfit is different in their own way, in different combinations. Jeans with cute top, shorts with another cute top, and skirt with a cuter top. I have a cute top. There was a fourth choice of a dress, but I thought better than to choose that. So maybe the skirt or outfit number two is out. 

I sat on my bed and stared at the clothes. The kids in my school have always made this one of the reasons to make fun of me, my sense of style. It's not like I have a bad sense of style. I know good designs when I see it, what's in and what's out. I know what are good combinations for the outfits, and accessories that would match with it. But even if they do know that, it won't matter. They would always find ways to insult me, even if they weren't true. How fat I am even when I'm not, how ugly I am even thought I'm not, in my eyes I mean, and how smart I am- Oh wait, never mind, I don't really care about that. So I just wear simple outfits, mostly jeans and a top, something that I won't mind would get dirty if I crash on the ground or accidentally have food spilled on me. So it's a bit of a cycle. They bully me, I wear simple clothes, and they bully me about that. 

But maybe this is a chance for me to show them. To prove them wrong that I actually have a sense of style. The look in their faces when I have an outfit better than them. I smirked, oh when the time comes... I tossed the outfits out of my bed and took something out of my closet. Girls, you know that one outfit you think is perfect and will either always where it, or save it for a special occasion? Well I got a perfect one.

I heard a loud beep from outside the house.

"Naomi! There's a car outside waiting for you!" My mother called out to me from downstairs.

My eyes widened, it's the guys. I froze, I shouldn't be so excited. Or maybe I should. They kept their promise and came to pick me up. From all of the treatment I get at school, I expected them to ditch me. But either way they're here, and waiting for me. 

I looked back at my mom and she smiles. "Yes, now go have fun. Come back by 10, and if you come back later that's fine too. Just give us a call."

"Okay. And be sure to do something now that I'm out of the house." I said, before adding. "But not anything that would traumatize me for life. Just a dinner or something."

My parents shared a look, a weird mischievous look. Then they looked back at me.

"Okay dear, bye!"

I left with my phone, wallet and keys in my pocket. I don't like carry purses, I like being hands free when walking. Bennett beeped the car again and I waved at them.

"I'm here, I'm here!" I exclaimed.

After getting into the car, we drove off into the night.

We arrived to the party in a couple of minutes. The house was a couple of blocks from mine. I didn't know any Rider or Rodney that they lived near me. But the place looked oddly familiar, like I went there or something. But it was dark, so maybe it was just my imagination. 

The house was the brightest thing in the neighborhood. All of the windows has light blaring out of them. You could hear techno beating out of the house. Actually I could feel the vibrations from the car. We got out of the car and walked towards the light. There were trash and random stuff on the lawn, like bottles, clothes, furniture and a toilet seat.

"C'mon Naomi, don't be so slow."

"Yeah okay."

I didn't have the guts to ask them if that was a bra on the mailbox. 

There were couple outside the house. Some were doing drugs, making out or something more of that. I averted my eyes to the floor and stayed close to the guys. Bennett and Declan were at the front, trying to intimidate anyone who wanted to look. Jordan was right behind me, grumbling at my outfit and how revealing it was. A drunk guy sitting at the porch was checking me out and Jordan gave him a death stare until the guys walked the other way. My cheeks warmed, I was a bit glad they were, let me rephrase that, I was very grateful. 

We climbed the steps and were about to walk in when someone blocked our way. He wasn't as big as the guys, but acted like it. His arms were crossed and he grinned. He looked and may have felt professional at this. He was staring back at the party, not bothering to look at us as if the sight of disappointed faces would make his pity us.

"Sorry folks, you can't come into the party, it's-"

"You know who we are, bouncer?" Declan growled.

"Heh?" He looked back, his eyes widening. "Y-you're Declan-"

"Lynch, yeah I know."

His eyes scanned our faces, well the guys I mean. They were all taller than me, so he didn't bother to look down. His jaw dropped, but not his gaze at me.

"And it's Bennett Frazier and Jordan Wallace..."

"Now how about you let us in before I do it by force?"

"O-of course."

We walked through the front door. I walked past the bouncer guy and his eyes finally landed on me.

"Hey, is that..." 

Jordan growled at him and his eyes snapped away.

The party was like all the parties I watched in movies and read in books. It was a normal size house, about as big as mine. Which is why I can't believe so many people can fit into this building. Music was bursting out of stereos all over the place, magnifying the sound so much you can feel the music, literally. There were lights everywhere, a bit blinding to the eyes. And there were a lot of people that couldn't possibly be fit into one house. Everyone was either dancing, talking or both everywhere in the house. Everyone was drunk, or coming close to it giving the number of kegs and coolers were all over the place. It was so crowded that a poor guy was smashed against the wall.

The four of us walked further into the house. People stopped grinding each other and parted away like the Red Sea. I was surrounded by the guys, being careful that I was not seen. Yet. People whispered their names, staring and pointing. But the moment the DJ looked up, he stopped the music. Everyone automatically stopped dancing, those who haven't noticed anyway. Everyone was frozen, either they used to be dancing, or talking, or making out, they stopped and stared.

"Is that Bennett?"

"That can't be Jordan."

"Dude, it's Declan, run."

I glanced up at the guys, who looked slightly used to this. There were looking around, trying to find any people daring to look at them. Declan glanced back at me and smiled, trying to assure me it's alright. I took a deep breath and exhaled, they're my bodyguards and I have to trust them.

"Excuse me. Get outta the way. Move man."

A voice was saying the loudest out of the silence of the house. People were moving out of the way, but like the Red river, not the Red Sea. There was a huge clearing of the four of us, everyone circling us. Then out popped the last person I ever wanted to see.

Raymond.

He smiled as he left the crowd and walked up to the guys. Everyone was watching their every move. Ray was just a big as the guys, but I knew he was just as scared as the rest of them.

"Hey! Glad you could make it to my party." He held out his hand like he was waiting for a handshake.

It then dawned to me. Rider, Rodney? It's Raymond's party! I'm going to beat the crap out of the guys for not learning how to read better.

"Yeah, whatever," Bennett said, his hands moving into his pockets, refusing the shake.

I stifled a snicker as Raymond awkwardly put his hand away.

"So how's it going guys?" He asked, trying and I say trying, to make small talk.

Declan shrugged. "I don't know, about as bad as this party."

Don't laugh Naomi. Do not laugh.

"Man, this place looks more dead than my grandma's funeral," Jordan muttered.

"Stop," I whispered to them. "You're going to make me laugh."

The smiles on their faces when I said it was the start of my nightmares.

I half growled, half whispered through gritted teeth. "Don't. You. Dare."

"I must've read the invitation wrong. I thought this was Rider's or Rodney's party, turns out it's yours," Declan said with a disappointing look on his face.

"Dude, I don't think there's even if a Rider or Rodney in our school," Jordan said.

"Yeah, I know. But I bet their party is better than this."

I gripped Declan's jacket, telling him to stop.

"And what kind of music was playing just now?" Jordan asked. "I have half a mind to call the cops about the music for your neighbors. I think the genre is against the law compared to the volume."

"Jordan," I whined. "Stop."

"And seriously, how old was that kid who was playing bumper for you? I think he wet his pants."

"I did!" Some voice in the background yelled.

I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. The guys grinned and parted away for me. There were gasps, curses, and I think a scream. But I didn't care, I was laughing my ass off. I think I know why the guys wanted to make my laugh. They wanted me to be at ease, having a little fun before revealing the curtain or whatever. And I was glad for that. If the parted away before I was laughing I would have ran away with my tail between my legs.

"N-Naomi?" Raymond stammered.

I held up one finger to give me a moment. I calmed myself then looked at him and burst out laughing again. 

"Why the hell is she here?" Raymond demanded, looking around. "Who let her in? Who invited her? Who invited the nerd?"

"Us."

Raymond blinked and looked back at us. "What?"

Jordan's arm went around my shoulders and pulled me closer.

"We brought her," Bennett stated. "Got some problem with that?"

"Well yeah! That's Nerdy Naomi, why would you bring trash like that?"

I was used to talk like this. I could take it at school, like this won't be much of a difference. But for some reason I felt embarrassed and ashamed that they were hearing this. I doubt they would say anything, just take it like I always do.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Declan said. "So are you calling us trash?"

I looked at him. He's changing the insult to me into a challenge to them.

"N-no, of course not," Raymond said. "Just her." He glared at me.

"Ah well that sucks," Jordan said with a shrug. 

Declan put his hand on my hair and ruffled it. "If she goes, then we're going. And who knows what people will think when they hear this party was so lame the Three Musketeers were allergic to it."

I snorted.

Raymond's eyes narrowed at me. "Why the hell are you with them anyway, Naomi?"

"Cause we're friends." Bennett told him. "And I remember in the invitation it said friends of friends are invited."

I noticed his fists were clenched, but then they relaxed and smirked.

"So how much do you pay her?"

Bennett's eyes furrowed. "What?"

"You know, ten bucks an hour, double for two?"

Jordan frowned. "What the hell are you- Oh you son of a gun."

I blinked, what did he- No. My eyes looked down at the ground, I knew that people could've thought of stuff like this. I expected it. But I never thought I would feel so embarrassed about this.

"You disgusting little-" Declan began but didn't bother to finish.

"From the reaction of her face, I think I'm-"

I stepped forward and grabbed his collar.

"Now listen here Raymond." I started. "I think I still have my dignity and wouldn't dare do something like that. But I really don't care about this party, I expected it to be Rodney's or Rider's, too bad I got my hopes up for nothing. So go ahead and kick me out. Actually, I'll be more than happy for you to do that." A grin widened on my face. "I didn't think your parents haven't came over in a while. Wouldn't it be a great conversation starter when I ask how lame this party of yours is?"

The look on Raymond's face when I said that. The color on his face drained on his face, his eyes widened in fear. He cursed under his breath.

"But," I added, letting go of his collar and fixing it for him as I wore an innocent smile. "If the party isn't as lame as it seems and we get to stay, I might forget who hosted this party..."

Raymond gritted his teeth. "Fine." He added something thing else under his breath but I decided to ignore him.

I smirked. "Good, now how about you go have fun like the good little boy your parents think you are?"

"You little-"

"Yeah?" I asked innocently, the guys magically appeared right behind me.

"Nothing," he forced out.

Then he shuffled back to the crowd. Yeah, go back to whatever hole you came from. Everyone was still frozen from that whole conversation we had there. Probably still dumbfounded how I, Nerdy Naomi, just blackmailed the captain of the football team about a party I wasn't invited to. I looked back at the guys who wore the same gins on their faces.

"That was hilarious!"

"What you said just now! Genius!"

"I should've video taped this!"

I smiled. "How about we leave this lame party?"

They grinned. "Just what we were thinking."

We left the party as quickly as we came. And even when we did leave, the music didn't begin again. We hopped into the car and drove away, laughing together. In the end I didn't go to the party, and I was glad. Instead we drove and drove around the city, listening to music and just sightseeing. We ate when we got hungry, which was a lot. Jordan was the one who the happiest out of the four that we didn't stay at the party. He still didn't approve my revealing outfit, even trying to buy a sweater for me, but don't worry I punched him hard enough to shut him up. We watched a movie which was honestly way better than that party even though it was a cliche chick flick I already watched. I went home around midnight, of course calling my parents that I would be home late earlier. And do you know what the best thing is?

I later found out that everyone immediately left the party after realizing how lame it was.

This was originally the second part of chapter three. But I changed it to another chapter. the original is now chapter three: Article 15, Section 5. But don't worry. I'll make other party scenes, better than this lame one of Raymond's. 

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