Curve Ball

May
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Parties.

Truly what every college student looks forward to when starting the school year.

Being able to leave whenever you want and not have a curfew. Not having to worry about your parents breathalyzing you the moment you walk through the door the next morning. Never running the risk of waking up to 16 missed calls and 82 messages saying that you're dead when you get home (unless you're me and have two very over protective friends, then Good Luck Charlie).

Just the freedom of getting to do whatever the hell you want, whenever you want.

"Do my hip dips show through too much in this?" I say, swaying back in forth in the thin fabricated, black dress that lays on my body. It grips me in all the right places, but I feel as though it grips me too much.

"May, if you say one more self-conscious thing tonight I'm going to slap you straight across the face," Savannah replies, spinning in her makeup chair and pointing her beauty blender at me accusingly.

"Seriously. First it was your boobs aren't big enough for the dress. Then it was your arms look too muscular. Now it's your hip dips, which you don't even have," Veronica walks over in her black jumpsuit, with a sheer top and spaghetti strap. Her black heels with red bottoms compliments the outfit perfectly. She truly looks like a model.

"Okay, well it's not my fault that I'm half black and got no curves. My mom failed to pass that gene along," I finally step away from the mirror, knowing if I stand there any longer, I'll find something else to pick apart about myself.

"Babe, you have the fattest ass I've ever seen in my life. Not to mention you are the fittest one out of the three of us. I can practically see your abs showing through your dress," Veronica says, smacking the fuck out of my ass before running out of my reach.

"Yeah, but at least you aren't a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee," I sit down and strap my heels on.

"I'd rather that than have to wear two sport bras in order to keep my boobs from hitting me in the face when I'm running the bases," Veronica yells back over her shoulder.

"True that." Savannah says, raising her hand while continuing to complete her smokey eye look.

I make my way downstairs to take yet another shot before we head out. Tomorrow is our football team's first home game and it's a blackout, so in honor of the game, most of the clubs tonight are having a black tie dress requirement in order to get everyone pumped up and excited. Coach told us not to go out tonight, but she tells us that every weekend and we've never gotten caught, so why fix something that isn't broken? Plus I've been needing a release from all this stress I've been putting on myself. Whether it's through drinking, dancing, etc. I don't care.

Though I prefer it be through sex.

"May! Can you bring that bottle up with you?" Veronica yells from the top of the steps. I grab the bottle and make my way back upstairs. I can hear the muffled arguing coming from Savannah's room and my suspicion is confirmed when I walk in and every black piece of clothing Savannah owns is thrown onto the floor. I duck when a pair of jeans fly at my head.

"Savannah you are the most impossible person I swear. May babe, hand me that bottle," She holds out her hand and I toss the bottle of vodka at her.