Fatal Flaws

We're dressed and ready to go by six o'clock that evening. Of course, Skylar looks the best out of all three of us. Dressed in tight black high-waisted denims that showcase her perfect hourglass curves. A blood-red sweater halter top that keeps her large breasts secure. She looks good in all black, but red looks amazing on her. Especially with the hairstyle she opted for. Two braided pigtail knots on the top of her head, with her bangs slicked to the side.

Sam, chose to go the opposite with a pair of light bell-bottomed denims. She probably could have gone up a few sizes bigger. She spent five minutes rolling around on Sky's bed, attempting to suck in enough to button them. She decided to wear an oversized white sweatshirt. It was entirely too big, hanging down to her knees. In my opinion, it makes her resemble a giant onion. Her blonde hair, thin and scraggly, is styled into a tight, gelled-back ponytail. It's tied so tightly that it causes her beady eyes to pop out more, resembling a tree frog.

I chose to go simple. Wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a teal long-sleeved sweatshirt. I had attempted to style my hair, but my curls won. Resulting in them hanging down, loose and free, surrounding my face.

I'm relieved that the temperature is dropping. I doubt that my legs could have survived another night in a skirt. They almost froze to death the last time we went out. I know my feet are thankful to be in boots rather than heels.

There's already a massive swarm of people when we arrive. Way more people have come out tonight versus the last bonfire. More than just the school must be here. I try to ignore the swarming butterflies in my stomach. Vast crowds have never been my strong suit. The fewer people, the better it is for me and my nerves. We must be early. They haven't even lit the fire yet. An enormous pile of wood is sitting there waiting to get turned to ash. I've learned this is the Saturday night thing to do here in the fall. My old school never did anything like this. Well, at least I don't think we did. If they did, I was too high to know about it. Besides, I wouldn't have wanted to take part, anyway.

I scan the faces of the crowd, spotting a couple of familiar ones from class. I know their names, but that's about it. I don't make an effort to meet new people. I mainly stay to myself. It's how I've always been. The quiet one who never speaks unless spoken to.

They choose a spot farther down, closer to the tree line. Sam helps Sky lay out the giant fuzzy black blanket we had brought to sit on. I sit in the seat that's the farthest distance from Sam. After about ten minutes of listening to her talk about the guys that throw themselves at her, I'm ready to scream. Thankfully, Hope and a short brown-haired boy join us stopping the conversation.

The boy is cute in a little nerdy way. He has a round baby face with several patches of light-colored peach fuzz here and there. His brown eyes are hidden behind thick grey square box-style glasses. They stand out in contrast to his whitish-blonde wavy hair. I can tell by looking at him that he's shy.

"Hi, I'm Bex, Skylar's roommate," I introduce myself, holding my hand out to him. He takes a moment to look at me, sizing me up, before extending his hand and shaking mine.

"Hey, I'm Ben. Hope's cousin, it's nice to meet you," he smiles, letting go of my hand.

As the sun sets, more people begin to appear. Pretty soon, there are barely any spots available. Surprisingly, it doesn't take them long to get the giant fire going. Last time I missed out on the show completely. My mind wanders off to my trip into the woods with Hayden. Thinking about it makes me smile. The warmth from the fire washes over me, making me content. I've always had a slight fascination with fires. The way they consume everything in their path. Given the right circumstances, they can destroy everything they touch. Nothing is off-limits. I love watching the flames dance and move when the wind blows. The bright orange and red colors swirl, blazing brightly. Sometimes it even has a blueish-green tint to it at the right angle. Fire truly is gorgeous. The sound of the soft crackles from the flames devouring the wood was mesmerizing. I'm so absorbed in its beauty that I don't even notice when Hayden sits between me and Ben.