But since ignoring people is generally frowned upon in our society, I shot him back a one worded reply. Compromise.
Me: Yep.
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I dropped my phone and glanced down at my outfit. Becca and I had found matching SuperGirl and BatGirl shirts that cut off a few inches above our belly buttons. I'd paired mine with a red lycra skirt that was tight around my waist but then flared around my thighs. A short red cape and my white converse completed the look. I was glad Becca had enforced operation B.C. earlier in the week because my toned stomach now sported a healthy tan which made the outfit a little more sexy. Compared to what the other girls would be wearing tonight, it wasn't that bad.
Becca was going for the full shebang.
She looked awesome in her BatGirl shirt and black skirt. She had on black heels and a 296/890
black cape and kept striking a super hero pose every time she entered my room.
"Who's texting you?" she asked, doing a high kick and then pretending to punch my dresser. The costume was starting to go to her head.
"Jeez! I'm glad you're wearing spanks or I would have just seen way too much of your bat cave!" I laughed as my phone buzzed again. I glanced down.
Josh: Cool. It'll be smaller than last week's so I should be able to find you.
"It's just Josh asking if we're going to the party," I answered.
I didn't respond to his second text.
"Ah, gross. That reminds me, should we review the five reasons that ll is not worthy of your attention?" Becca asked, already 297/890
bending down to retrieve the white board that I'd stashed under my bed the other day.
"Nope!” I hopped up. “No. We're good.
Honestly, I want to forget about soccer and everything else on my plate and just have fun. Okay?"
Becca smiled and then spun around with karate hands. "Tonight we'll be SuperGirl and BatGirl and no one will even recognize us! We can do whatever we want!"
I started laughing and pulled my dresser open to get some spanks for myself. I could already tell Becca and I would be spin-kicking the entire night and I didn't feel like flashing everyone my Lois Lane.
Becca's phone buzzed just as I finished pulling them on.
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"Cab’s
here!
Wait,
I
mean,
the
BATMOBILE AWAITS!"
"Okay, okay!" I ran over to open my bathroom door and shouted for Emily. "Em, are you sure you don't want to come with us?
We can put together a cute costume really quick!" I knew the answer would be no.
She'd told us yesterday when we invited her to go shopping that she was going to stay in and Skype with her boyfriend. We had, of course, made fun of her for having Skype sex, and she blushed for an hour straight. Seriously, it was just too easy.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Call me if you guys need a ride or anything!" Emily answered, already sitting at her computer with Skype open.
"Fiiiine, but don't forget to use protection... you don't want your computer getting 299/890
a virus," I joked with a corny grin. Emily shot me the finger. Thatta girl.
"You guys better be glad that I'm not on a call with him yet or I would have killed you!" she yelled as I started to back away.
"Yeah, yeah. We're leaving. Adios!" I said, trailing after Becca.
Before we ran downstairs, we checked ourselves out really quick in my mirror one last time. My long brown hair was hanging down my back and framing my delicate features. Not bad at all. Becca's cropped blonde hair was sexy and cute.
"Let's do this!" I shouted, grabbing Becca's hand and pulling her down the stairs and out to the cab. We piled in and gave directions to the cabbie.
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"So are you going to hangout with Jace again?" I asked.
"Who?" Becca quirked a brow, and for a second I really didn't think she remembered him.
"You're kind of the definition of a tease, Becca. You flirt with guys and then you leave them high and dry."
"It's not like that! I have to test the waters first."
"But you thought Jace was cute, right?"
"He was fine, but I tried to make jokes and he didn't get a single one. He did that awkward thing where he'd chuckle slowly with a confused expression. I wanted to smack him in the forehead and walk away."
I laughed. "Okay, so you want someone cute and funny? That's not so hard."
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She scoffed. "You'd be surprised.”
"We're here, ladies," the cabbie offered politely. We tipped him well and then hopped out of the car. The house was quiet from the street, but as we walked closer to the front door, you could hear the bass from the music growing louder and louder. We pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Immediately I was greeted by a group of girls I didn't recognize. They were all dressed up as the same theme: M&Ms. But let me clarify: they were actually wearing skin tight spandex dresses with tiny "M&M's" printed over their boobs.
"Great, now I want some M&Ms,” I said while throwing my hands up.
“No time for sweets whilst crime runs rampant!” Becca declared dramatically.
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"C'mon, let's see who all is here," I said, which we both knew was code for: let's find out if the seniors and/or Liam are anywhere in sight so we could strategically avoid them the entire night.
We continued into the party, stepping into the living room that had been trans-formed into a techno-infused dance floor.
"Now the age old question: do we want to get a drink now or wait until we find the seniors and then drown our sorrows while they scheme their next plan to take us down?"
"Now," I answered, heading in to the kitchen. There were costumed people everywhere. The usual suspects were present: pirates, ninjas, even a weird clown, but then there was a group of guys dressed up like 303/890
princesses. I'm pretty sure some of them were even wearing heels.
Becca and I located the table of liquor.
In the very center there was an igloo with a sombrero and mustache haphazardly glued on.
"I guess they even dressed up the punch?"
"Hah. Funny," Becca answered, grabbing two cups. A little card next to the punch clarified that we’d be drinking “Ell Puncho”.
Once we were armed with drinks in hand, we started the hunt for the seniors. We checked outside first. Just like last week, there was a keg and beer pong tables. We wandered through the crowd and then looped back around toward the house.
No seniors.
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Then we went back inside and checked in the kitchen and living room again. Still, we didn’t spy them.
Could we have lucked out?
"I don’t think they're here," I shrugged with a sly smile.
"I can drink to that!" Becca exclaimed.
We hit the lips of our solo cups together in a
“cheers” and then downed the rest of the punch we'd been nursing during our search.
"Let's go easy on the punch," I warned, but Becca was already busy refilling our cups. Welp, I can’t say I didn’t try to warn her.
"Kinsley!" My name rang out behind me, and I spun around to find Josh heading toward us. He was dressed as a race car driver in a bright red jumpsuit with patches up and 305/890
down the arms. The front of the jumpsuit zipped all the way down his torso and he'd left the first few inches open at the top so that his tanned chest shown through.
"Hi Josh," I offered politely, reaching for my cup of punch and taking a big sip. I didn’t think going easy on it was such a good idea anymore.