“Ev, I have a bad feeling about this. I’m dipping,” I tell him.
“What? Dude, you’re such a buzzkill. Why can’t you ever just relax and have some fun?”
He doesn’t know it but I do relax. I just happen to use a drug to help me do so. But anyway I begin walking towards the car when I realize I don’t have the keys. I walk back towards Everest to grab the car keys from him when he knocks on the door.
When the door opens, the light behind her illuminates a pretty girl saying, “Hellooo, boys!” and I freeze.
I don’t know if my eyes deceive me or if this is real life, but I’ve come in direct contact with the same fields of green that were pulling me in just the other day. She freezes too.
My gut may have led me wrong but fate was on my side.
It’s her.
7
Genevieve
Lana and I spent our morning getting our muscles relaxed, our knots undone, our pores tightened and cuticles cut. After our relaxing spa day, Lana and I prepare to have a party tonight in our cabin. We set out a game of drunk Jenga that we designed ourselves.
Below the waist, I’m wearing a miniskirt with knee high boots and a dark gray lacey corset on my torso. It shows off my tits perfectly, so it won’t be hard finding a guy to hook up with tonight. My miniskirt is the same color as my top and my boots are black. I kept my hair in soft, loose curls and my makeup perfect.
I may not be able to control how tonight goes, but I can control how good my outfit looks.
I set out a speaker, then grab a bottle of Patron from my bag and open it up.
“Lana, come take a couple shots with me. Let’s loosen you up.”
Lana comes to where I’m standing in the kitchen and I pour the tequila into the shot glasses I brought.
“Should I be worried that you had all of this stuff in your bag?” Lana asks.
“Lana, Babe. With me, you should always be worried.”
We clink the glasses and shoot back the tequila. I let the burning sensation make its way through my entire body: first my tongue, then my throat, then my stomach.
We’re both silent while I pour the next round; I think we’re a little in shock from the bad taste. I love tequila, but that’s because it gets me drunk. Not because I love the taste.
I grab my phone and pick my go-to house music playlist. It’s good for a decent sized party and I promised Lana I wouldn’t invite more than twenty people.
A little after 8:00, I hear a knock at the door.
“Yay! Party’s here!” I say as I walk towards the door.
I stop in front of a mirror before I get to the door, pausing to fix my girls so they’re nice and perky. They already look great in this top, I just pull them up a little more for good measure before heading to the door.
I turn the handle and pull it open, revealing three good-looking men. Well, two good-looking men, and then the one with deep pools of blue for eyes.
It’s him.
I blink extra hard to see if he disappears again.
He’s still there.
“Hi,” I say. I think he took my breath away.
“Hi,” he replies with a shy smile. His eyes are dilated. I wonder if it’s from me. Does he feel the same way I do? Like he’s a puzzle I’m dying to solve.
The two guys to his right are looking at us like we are crazy.
