I look in front of me and stare into the eyes of a stranger. Her brown eyes with a perfect eyeliner are staring at me. Her raven hair cascading in waves frames her face in a perfectly beautiful way. Her dress which is quite short against her liking touches her thighs in neat pleats. Her chest looks more fuller in the heart-shaped neckline and she is wearing the one thing she never wears...heels. Her makeup is minimal to avoid looking too desperate.

As I look in the mirror, I can't believe It's my reflection staring back at me. I never thought I can look pretty like other girls..hell, I never even tried to look pretty to avoid unnecessary attention. Although I am looking pretty, I am not happy with the transformation.

I've always been a closed book, hiding in sweatshirts and converses but today it seems like I am more vulnerable than ever.

I don't even want to go to that party but Liza would kill me if I ditch her. So I grabbed my belongings, got into the car and drove to Max's place.

******

It was quite hard to park my car in the parking lot but I somehow found a spot beside a black sedan. I thought I've seen the car somewhere but couldn't remember where. I shrugged my shoulders and got out of the car with my clutch.

As soon as I entered the house I got hit by the strong smell of alcohol and booze. The living room was converted to a dancefloor and the disco lights were dancing here and there. It was very dark except for the fairy lights glowing on the walls. The party was full of students from our school. There were some faces of strangers scattered in the places. Max had also put up a makeshift bar in the kitchen where people were doing a drinking competition.

So typical.

I was going to text Liza when someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me in a room. I was very shocked but when I saw it was a girl jumping up and down like a kid aka Liza, I was relieved.

"Ooh, my-god. Did you look at all their faces when you entered the party?! The guys were like I-want-to-fuck-you and the girls were like I-want-to-kill-you! Haaah! Told you that you will look like a sexy killer on the loose!" She laughed an evil laugh.

"Liza I look nothing if not a slut. Did you have to buy such a short dress?" I tried to pull the dress down a little but my chest, on the other hand, got more exposure.

"No no you don't look like a slut but a vixen." She winked and pulled me outside of the room. Max was waiting outside for Liza with another guy, who looked just like..Ivan?

"Rose darling we meet again! The world is indeed a small place! Tell me did you miss me?" Ivan hugged me and patted my back.

I was going to introduce Ivan to Liza but she already flew away with her boyfriend.

"Don't you think its too short time to miss you already? You left my place yesterday evening so I didn't get a chance to miss you. Sorry." I made a face which was far from being sorry. The music blasting from the speakers were so loud that we had to literally yell into each other's ears.

"You hurt me, Rose! But don't worry I heart you too and before you ask I'd like to inform that Max is my friend and we met at a rugby practice. So tell me why are you looking so sexy in this party?" I couldn't help but blush at the compliment.

"Max is my best friend's boyfriend so I got invited too." He nodded his head as if it was a useless information.

"Hey wanna grab a drink? I heard there's a drinking competition wanna bet?" He wiggled his eyebrows which made me giggle.

"No, I can't! I'm still underage but you can go ahead, I won't mind"

"Naah. I better guard you cause everyone is trying to get their hands on you. Anyways girls are not fit for drinking, they can only drink orange juice. Forget I even asked." There was this smug smile on his face which clearly said that he was manipulating me but being a feminist I had to take part in the bet only cause he dragged the name of all females.

Thus, it ended my sweet ass in the kitchen where people were gathering in heaps and bunches, as soon as they heard that a girl was up for the competition.

I never drank alcohol before so, when I had the first drink I was very careful. I took a small sip like I'm sipping a tea and it was the worst decision I've ever made. The drink was so sour I wanted to puke. The people around me were chanting "CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG" while Ivan was already on his sixth shot.

I closed my eyes, picked up a drink, and started tipping down the shot glasses one by one. It was quite a miracle that I didn't puke.

After a couple of shots, it was very much clear Ivan won and I lost but I was too drunk to acknowledge it. Someone, I guess Liza, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor and we started dancing like mad people.

At a certain point in time, I felt hands on my waist sliding down to my thighs but the alcohol fog had blocked my reasoning and I let the guy grind into me from the back. There was suddenly shouting and arguing and fists in the room but who cares? It's a party! Let's dance!

I barely felt being picked up bridal style and a car driving at high speed. I wanted to know who was beside me driving the car but all I saw was hands with white knuckles clenching the steering wheel and green eyes...