Tangled Love

"Wow girl, you really do work miracles." I murmur in Ivory's direction, inspecting myself in the mirror. My hair is curled in soft bouncy waves, resting on my shoulders. Ivory applied my makeup perfectly, a dark smokey eye to compliment my brown eyes finished off with a pink nude lip. I have on a thin diamanté choker and some simple stud earrings.

She persuaded me to wear tight a white fitted halter-neck top that exposes my arms but covers my stomach. Underneath I wear simple black high waisted jeans and finish my look off with some wedges.

I'm definitely not a heels kind of girl.

After spraying myself with a few spritz of perfume, I'm finally ready. Excitement settles inside me and the drama I had this morning with Jake is beginning to be pushed to the back of my mind. I'm so ready to let loose and have a good time.

"Thank you for everything you've done Ivory, you're an awesome friend." I tell her truthfully. Ivory waves her hand around modestly before replying —

"Don't thank me. You're an awesome friend too." she smiles and I leaned in to hug her tightly. Her soft scent lingers around her and I step back, impressed.

"You smell good."

"It's my new perfume, its magic in a bottle. It's like a human magnet, I attract both guys and girls." She giggles, her face the definition of carefree.

I laugh along with her and we hold hands tightly before walking out the door. I can hear a few people already laughing and chatting downstairs, indicating the party has well and truly started. 

jeans, the colour contrasting perfectly against her hair. She wears little makeup beside from some mascara and lipgloss. Her look is always laid back but

about Jake and have the best time."  Ivory responds and I nod my

The party is now in

seemed like she knows every single teenager in town. Everyone is in good spirits, music bouncing off the walls. After speaking to a few friends, I decide to take a break and sit at the far end of the room. I didn't feel like socialising

specific person, Jake. I miss him. My heart stops for a moment as I catch a glimpse of dark hair from opposite the room. He walks in

white shirt underneath a denim button down that he'd left open. The material clung to his toned torso and arms perfectly. My eyes drifted down, roaming his body. He wore dark jeans and an expensive

Urgh, he looks amazing.

to be so. damn. fine?

to roll my eyes at them. I lean back and watch

 Could it be me? I stop breathing as his gaze falls on me and our eyes lock together. His expression appears apologetic for a few seconds before one of his friends speaks to him and he tears his

I didn't want to be at this silly party anymore but I'm here for Ivory, no-one else. I silently wish Trish was here to

sits down next to me,

he smiles, running a hand over his messy blonde hair. I give him a sheepish wave and a small

Mike, are you enjoying the party?"

just like every other one, you know? Only thing different is you. I've never seen you at

it or not.

like a party girl." Mike smirks and I tilt my head at him, smiling. Is