The Head Games

I rip through the dresses stuffed in the back of my dishevled closet. "We can't go if there's nothing to wear and from what I can see... I dont think we are going." I glance at my texting friend. "Redd? Are you listening to me?"

Redd looks up from her phone with her signature dumbfounded look.

"What?" She asks in a way that sounds more like whhhaaaaaa.

"No clothes. No party." I say very slowly as to say she is slow but Redd is anything but. She shakes her head and gets up to take a look in the closet, slipping the cellphone in her back pocket.

A few seconds later, she has found something. "Elli, how about this?" She shows me a simple black lace dress that I know with only stop mid-mid-thigh.

I give her a bewildered look. "People where that kind of stuff in public?" I say the last two words as if they are blasphemy.

"Yes," Redd whispers almost annoyed, "they do."

I give her a look and snatch the dress. I pull of my tank top and yoga pants and slide into the tiny dress. With the dress now on my body and see that it is not too short. I twirl a little in the cute dress. "I've never worn this."

"Good," she says. "Now, help me find some clothes or I'm gonna show up naked."

"No, you won't." I tell her.

"You're right. I don't even wear two pieces. But, back to helping me find party worthy attire. "

I pick up the maroon heap on my floor and hold it up. Its a crop top that stops just above the belly button. It reads 'AS IF' across the chest. Redd picks up highwaisted black jeans. We look at each other. "WE ARE GOING TO A HIGHSCHOOL PARTY." I yell.

Redd puts the garments on. She looks fierce, wavy burgundy hair spills over her shoulders, her hazel-green eyes have black wings, her stomach a small but seductive strip. I pul...

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...e why."

My stomach drops down to my knees. "And that Redd friend of yours. She seems to attract attention."

I smile. "It's the flaming red hair. It catches the eye and you realize how pretty she is." I tug at my brown hair and resist the urge to rip it out.

"I'm Henry. My sister forces me to come to parties like this. I prefer to stay on the sidelines if you know what I mean."

"Like a wallflower?" I blurt.

He grins. "Yea, kinda like a wallflower," he says. "I would never had the courage to talk to a girl like you. Until, you spilt soda on me."

The soda that he is still standing in. "Again, sorry about that."

"Sticky feet is worth talking to you."

I knew if I was a shade lighter my cheeks would bright crimson.

"You wanna maybe clean off?" I stumble over the words. Well, I have a crush.

"That would be great." He crotches down to pick up the empty red cup.