The Hidden Gem

Chapter Four

"Happy Halloween!" She said and passed one to Gemma. Simultaneously, they unscrewed the caps and poured the clear liquid down their throats. They scrunched their faced at in disgust.

"Is Jaymie coming?" Gemma asked with a horrible taste in her mouth.

"Mhm" Megan smirked, "they're here"

**

Jaymie already knew that Manse would make him get into the back seat when Megan got there. So he got out of the car and leaned the front seat forward right when they pulled up to her house. Manse lit a cigarette and puffed on it. Jaymie couldn't help but laugh when he looked at him. He had old aviator glasses on, a red beanie hat and a large fake mustache. The mustache was hilarious. Manse laughed along when he caught a glimpse of himself in the rear view mirror. Jaymie was dressed similar, but it suited him more naturally. He had normal lose jeans on and a Hawaiian style shirt unbuttoned to show his chest. He had a red bandanna tied around his head and long hair, with a pair of round glasses to top of the look.  Cheech and Chong, of course.

Jaymie wasn't one for dressing up, but Manse's idea was too good for him to pass up, he barely had to try to play the part. He leaned against the red Firebird and waited for the girls. Suddenly a screen door on the side of the house swung open and he heard heels click against the pavement.

He had never seen Gemma in anything besides over sized sweatshirts and tshirts, he was shocked when she emerged down the driveway under a dimly lit light coming from the porch.
There was a lot more hiding underneath her normal baggy clothing, than his imagination could have came up with. The silky red material on her dress clung to all the right places, displaying her perfectly balanced hour glass shape. Her legs appeared longer in the black heels,  and he took in every inch of them as she clicked towards him. He bit down on his bottom lip nervously.

"What are you even supposed to be?" Megan's bitchy tone startled him.

"I'm Tommy Chong, this is my buddy Cheech." He answered and pointed to Manse, who goofily waved at the girls.

Megan scoffed and rolled her eyes,  Gemma laughed and covered her mouth.

"I like it." She said quietly.

"I like yours, too." He kept his eyes on hers, her long eye lashes batted.

He moved aside to let her into the car.

"It is Megan's dress, so please don't look when I get in, my ass is barely covered" She pleaded. He laughed. He turned to Megan with no hesitation, he held strong eye contact with Megan whose arms were crossed over her chest. He ha intense curiosity for what Megan got to see behind him.

"Shows over, get in the car Jaymie." Megan teased, her tone was till bitchy.

"You're being shy for a devil."  He said with a grin as he crawled into the car. He pulled the passenger seat back into place so Megan could get in.

"I wanted to be the angel."

You already are one.
A smile grew across his face, but it was dark enough to remain concealed.

*

They arrived at  an enormous house at the end of a dead end road. It was the nicer side of Clinton, and it showed. Cars were parked all along the street, music was loud enough to hear as they got out of the car. Jaymie took one last hit off a joint, and flicked the roach into the road.  The red ember dispersed on the pavement. He carried a bottle of his dad's vodka with him, Manse led the way, and the girls followed behind, their pace was slowed down from their large heels.

They walked in the front door and were greeted with a dark entrance, only orange string lights, and glow sticks gave a dim lighting. It was only 9 o' clock and some people were visually too drunk already. Like the girl with a tiara on, who was sitting on the staircase with her head rested against the wall and a red cup in her hand.