room. Yes, we went overboard. We dump all of our purchases out on our beds. I ended up with four pairs of jeans, fifteen shirts or tanks, four sweaters, two pair of shorts, a skirt, a pair of ballet flats, two pair of flip-flops, a pair of Puma tennis shoes, and a pair of cowboy boots. Hailey had insisted that we needed them to complete our outfits for tonight. Add in the sexy new bras, panties, haircut, and the mani-pedi, and I’m a new woman. Hailey bought almost as much as I did, as I said before, the girl loves her clothes. I asked what her parents were going to say when they saw her credit card bill. She shrugged as if it was no big deal.
“Okay, so I know you originally bought the skirt for tonight, but seeing all this laid out I’m really liking the white shorts,” Hailey says as we put our purchases away.
I shrug. “I’m new to all of this. I’m so out of my element. You pick out what you think is best and that’s what I’ll wear. I trust you.” I find myself meaning what I say. Over the summer I’d talked to Hailey a lot on the phone and via the web, and I know she’s a good person, she wouldn’t steer me wrong.
This makes Hailey very happy. Clapping, she says, “Yeah, okay, so I say you wear the white shorts, the purple and white tanks layered, and the cowboy boots.” You can hear the excitement in her voice.
“Are you sure? Those shorts are really short.” Hailey had talked me into getting them. She said showing so much leg would drive the guys crazy. I caved and bought them. I know I’m decent looking. I had several offers in school, just no desire. I had Gran to think of and my grades, I wanted to make my parents proud. Now it’s time to start living for me, and figuring out who I am. I can still make them proud, but I need to find me in the process.
“Yes, trust me. Now hit the shower, we only have two hours, and we both have to shower and do our makeup.” We both had our hair cut and styled, so that was done. Mine was cut into long layers. She styled it by braiding my bangs down the side of my head and pulling all of it in a low side ponytail. It actually looks really good. My thick ponytail hangs down over the front of my shoulder, which exposes the braid on the opposite side. I express my worry it makes me look too young; I still liked it, but I wasn’t sure it was fit for a club setting. Hailey assures me that with my outfit it’s sexy. I guess we’ll see.
After we both shower and get dressed, Hailey sets me down on the toilet seat, so she can work her magic on my makeup. “I’m telling you right now, you’re going to have every male in The Warehouse falling at your feet tonight. You look hot,” she states as she hands me a mirror to view her masterpiece.
I reluctantly take the mirror from her, and I’m struck speechless. Hailey didn’t go overboard, she went with subtle light purple eye shadow, mascara, and a light pink lip gloss. Holy shit! I stand up and wrap her in a hug. “Thank you,” I manage to utter.
“Hey, none of that, or you’ll smear my masterpiece. You’re beautiful, Allie.”
I pull back from her. “I feel beautiful,” I whisper.
“It’s the undies.” She winks at me. “You are beautiful! This is a bonus for me, because I can assure you I won’t be buying any drinks tonight with you by my side. Now come on, or we’re going to be late. I need to go meet my male counterpart, so hop to it, missy,” she scolds me.
We arrive at The Warehouse right at eight o’clock. Ace sent me a text telling me he and his roommate, Mac, were already there. They’d gotten us a booth near the back. Hailey and I make our way toward the back of the club while Florida Georgia Line sings about getting their shine on. Hailey and I are already swaying to the music as we walk.
“Hey, there’s my brother. Let’s stop and say hi. Do you see Ace anywhere?” Hailey asks me.
I look up and stop dead in my tracks. Liam is sitting in a booth, looking good enough to eat, and