The breakup plan

Ch. 4, Beer, Ash And Blood

The music is so raucous that the windows of Theo's car slightly tremble, I take a long and deep breath. Although the car stinks of McDonald's, I wish to breathe before plunging into absolute hell.

I already know that the house of Josh Evans will be cramped with sweaty and tipsy teens. I'm almost positive that from the earsplitting music, that bodies are crashing together in utter sync to take part in a dance, that beers are being knocked down as if they were water and that food will vanish as soon as I step through that door.

Not only that, but I wipe my sweaty palms over the skirt of my dress, I'm scared that this might be a horrid mistake. What if I get wasted and end up with a child?

“I'll come to pick you up at twelve, don't you dare get drunk, Katherine,” Theo says with a pointed look at Kat.

“Anything else, Theodore?” Kat glares at him as she kicks the door open, earning a pained whine from Theo.

“Have fun, but no, too much fun,” he says and then turns around to face me, “Have fun Ms. Louis” a smile spreads across his golden skin as he says it.

I give him a nod of my head and step out of his vehicle. Kat wraps her arm around mine, smiling ear to ear she takes a step forward, dragging me with her.

She's utterly gorgeous tonight, her hair is swept up in a high ponytail and a few chestnut strands frame her golden skin. Her lips are stained with red and her cheekbones are stained with a rose powder.

The dress, she's wearing, covers her shoulders halfway and flows down into an elegant court neckline. It's a loose fit that covers up her breasts but does so without making it look awkward or messy.

Her arms have been covered to just above her elbows. The sleeves broaden towards the bottom and playfully accentuate her skin.

The dress' waist is thin, but it's a tight fit. An elastic band within the dress accentuates perfectly her waist and breaks up the dress nicely.

Below the waist, the dress fits snug around her and has a fishtail style. The dress reaches just above her knees and is the same length all around.

“Let's go, my dearest friend” she whispers and drags us both inside. I grip her arm as soon as we step inside.

The music hammers against my ears, the smell of alcoholic beverages is so strong, girls are swishing their hips and some couples are having a tongue fight.

I feel childish; every girl here is wearing something sexy, and I'm over here wearing the simplest and utterly childish dress. I'm wearing a pastel pink dress;

The dress covers just one of my shoulders, leaves the other uncovered, and flows down into a fancy semi-sweetheart neckline. It's a loose fit which makes the dress look comfortable, yet elegant and stylish.

My arms have been covered only halfway down. The sleeves broaden towards the bottom.

The dress' waste is broad, but it's a tight fit. A bow has been wrapped around my waist and positioned slightly to one side.

Below the waist, the dress widens and has a bell style. The dress reaches to just above my ankles and is slightly longer at the sides and back of the dress.

My hair has been let down, but a braid has been placed around my head as if it were a crown, small pink and lilac flowers thread through it.

I look like a fairy.

“I'll go find Jason,” Kat suddenly blurts out, a grin widening her crimson lips as she waltzes away. I stand in the doorway, looking utterly stupid until I turn on my heels, I would rather be outside, in the fresh night air.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” a familiar and husky voice speaks. I whirl around to find Dirtbag standing there, utterly handsome and improper. Unlike the others, he's wearing a black suit and the upper buttons to his white shirt are unbuttoned, leaving the top of his chest exposed.

Wait.

What in the hell is he doing here?

“Look what the cat dragged out,” I say, narrowing my brows and twirling around. I'm leaving, I don't care if I have to walk all the way home, I don't care if my heels hurt and cause blisters.

“Woah there. Chill girly, aren't you going to stay?” he asks as he speeds in front of me and I give him an awful glare, and he chuckles. Actually chuckles, as if it is amusing.

“Why are you laughing?” I finally ask, stopping to cross my arms over my chest and straining my neck to look at him.

God-damn, he's tall.

“You glared at me,” he replies, running a hand through his golden-brown hair and messing it up completely.

“And?”

“I find it quite adorable, considering your height,” he shrugs his shoulders and c***s his head to the side. I take a step back, raising my hand and then erecting my middle finger.

The music beats against my ears, and for a few moments, we stare at each other, utterly quiet and unmoving. He's the first to make a move, clearing his throat and raising a brow.

“What now?” I sigh, grabbing a strand of hair and toying with it. He looks me over, his cerulean eyes taking in each and every inch of me.

“You look as out of place as me,” he replies to my question rather quickly, finally holding my stare he adds, “Want a beer?”

“I don't drink.”

“What about a dance?”

“My feet hurt.”

“Are you saying that because you prefer not to talk to me?” he laughs, his eyes glittering with clear amusement.

I wish to scream bingo, right in his face. Right into his painfully handsome face.

Before I get to say anything, he grabs my arm and drags me, this man actually has the audacity to drag me with him. “I need to show you something,” he utters, his voice filled with silent anger.

I bite down on my tongue as I get dragged through the small crowd of people dancing, and then outside the backdoor.

Dirtbag stumbles to a stop and before me, lustfully kissing each other, are Jason and a girl.

A girl who isn't Kat.