When Haley returned home from school she was in a bit of a daze and completely unsure how to react to this new development. Someone actually invited her to a party and it was sending shockwaves of awkwardness through her that made her stare blankly at everything around her. Even Zossie noticed something was up.
“You got a migraine or something,” she asked while passing Haley at the front door. Haley just stammered for a few seconds and Zossie simply shrugged and walked into the kitchen to find some food. Her little sister was dressed for the warm weather and had a pink tank top that showed literally no cleavage and short shorts on. Zossie was no stranger to social interaction or partying and Haley kept an eye on her until she vanished into her bedroom to go listen to music or something. Haley remained silent for some time and paced back and forth wavering between wanting to go to the party and deciding she was going to ignore it completely. She didn’t think she would enjoy it but also wondered if she would. She did all her studying for English rather quickly and rocked back and forth on her chair silently and mused if she should go or not. It was only when she caught sight of the certificate noting her as valedictorian that she grew a slight bit of confidence and hardened her resolve.
Sucking up her pride she carefully crept to Zossie’s room and knocked. No answer came so she knocked a little harder. Still no answer came so she beat on the door in a loud manner. She heard the movement of bedsheets and thumping steps before Zossie opened the doors with massive headphones hanging from her ears and her eyes half closed.
“There better be a fire,” Zossie hissed while narrowing her eyes.
“How do you get ready for... a... um... party?” Haley asked while gritting her teeth. A look of amazement crossed Zossie’s face before she placed her hands on Haley’s shoulder and dragged her into the bedroom seating her on the bed.
“YOU’RE GOING TO A PARTY?!” Zossie asked in absolute shock and Haley mumbled for a few seconds before nodding. Zossie began to laugh and rubbed her hands together with excitement. A hip popped to the left and her hand was lain on it while her eyes half closed and a broad smile spread over her face, “So what are you hoping to do at the party? Get wasted? Get fucked? Get high?”
“Um... just meet people and hang around I guess,” Haley replied while scratching her arm. Zossie sat down next to her and studied her face closely.
“You sure you don’t want to get fucked, it feels real nice,” Zossie replies while licking her lips at a fun memory. Haley just fell quieter and Zossie continued to daydream about her sexual encounters. She shook them free after a few seconds and flipped her hair back, “Okay, if you don’t want to get drunk always have a drink in your hand. No one will ask or offer you a drink if yours is mostly full. Also decline people who offer you a drink or they'll Keep coming back. If you want to avoid being high don’t trust any of the food, any of the drinks, or anything that could enter your body. Finally if you want to avoid being fucked dress modestly and learn to say no.”
Haley blinked at that last part and awkwardly pictured herself being leaned into by Frankie. He mouthed the words, “Wanna go someplace quiet?” And she’s was too awkward to say no.
“Maybe this isn’t a good idea,” Haley muttered while pulling her arms in. Zossie shushed her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Just stay in view of people and never do something you don’t want to, stick to that and you’ll be fine. Also leave by midnight. That’s when people start to forget personal boundaries,” Zossie admitted while biting her lip and growing a dazed expression again, “Oh yeah, they don’t hold back at all.”
Haley whimpered but saying no to Zossie was impossible. Her sister had her strip down and dress herself for the evening, pulling on a tight pair of jeans, a nice comfortable shirt, and refusing to let her wear a sweater over it. She rubbed her Arms awkwardly as the clothing was laid out and Zossie started sticking pads of wax to her legs and stripping leg hair off leaving painful sores. Then she’s had her hair curled and was shoved into a push up bra and her chosen clothing.
“I-I-I thought the plan was modesty,” Haley stammered when she’s looked at herself in the mirror and applied a little more makeup than usual.
“Oh I’m holding out for a sudden burst in confidence,” Zossie giggled while hugging her sister from behind. Haley awkwardly shrunk down as her sister let go and turned her around. Zossie grew a bright grin and leaned inward before whispering, “If you get to the sucking, swallow, they like that.”
Haley blushed so hard at that the blood didn’t go away until dinner was eaten and she was walking out the door with stiff shoulders and a cold feeling on her arms. She was petrified and as her steps drew her closer and closer to the party her anxiety grew. It grew until she stopped just outside it and stared at the house with music rattling from it with worry in her eyes.