I looked like a slut.
Yep, I had my look spot on!
My LBD was incredibly little, and I was wearing the most sparkly heels known to man. Erik wasn't going to be able to keep his hands off me.
I heard my Blackberry vibrating on my bed covers, like the sound a bee makes when you trap it under a cup. He had texted me:
"Hey Ang, lookin forward to seeing you 2nite. Love you E xxx"
I found him incredibly dull, but he was fit as hell. I wasn't letting go of this catch for a while. I heard Mum call from downstairs.
"Angie! I already told you about putting your thongs to the wash. They break the machine!"
Cheers Mum, don't think the deaf chap in Timbucktu quite caught that.
Ignoring my mother's embarassment, I paraded down the stairs and clambered into the back of the car.
Dad looked angry. We drove in silence for a few minutes until he finally said
"That mother of yours can be such a bitch. Fancy her nagging me for being lazy, I work so hard for this family..."
It was always the same. Blah blah blah I work so hard ya da ya da. I rolled my eyes and tuned out. Soon we arrived at the destination - Hilary's house. Music was already blasting and one girl was already drunk.
It was only 9 pm.
I quickly fiddled with my hair and added another layer of gloss. My father stared at me from the side mirror.
"You look like a prostitute."
"Jee, thanks Dad." I said sarcastically.
"Call me when you want a lift, but I'm not picking up after 2am."
"Fine. Bye Dad." I slammed the car door. I was already cold. I looked around for my friends, who weren't to difficult to find, there seemed to be so many of them, all over enthusiastic to see me. Greeaat!
I played along. One girl who's name I didn't even remember piped up
"OMG Angelina, you're going to knock Erik dead in that outfit,!"
"You bet I will." I smiled, then made my way for the doors.
It was time to pretend like I was having the night of my life.