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I
chuckled. “That brings me to the next thing...”
    Maya and Helen's eyes widened, then Helen
said, “There's more?”
    I chuckled, “No, not more. About Brad's
party.”
    “Shit,” Maya grimaced.
    “Yeah, a big pile,” I added. “If he stalks me
there, and keeps to himself, no worries. But if he decides to talk
to me again, I might need assistance.”
    “Damn, girl,” Maya pulled her fingers through
her hair. “You know how important that is to us.”
    “I do, and I'll understand if you don't want
me to go,” I lowered my gaze, “Actually, that's the reason why I'm
telling you all of this.”
    “Not an option,” Helen spat out, “You're not
getting out that easily,” she snickered. “If I didn't know you
better, I'd think you made this all up just to get out,” she
narrowed her eyes on me.
    “Unfortunately, it's all true,” I snorted.
“Then we have a deal?”
    “You didn't say what you want us to do,” Maya
said.
    “Oh,” I chuckled, “Crap! If you see me
talking to a tree or an empty chair, come to the rescue.”
    “That's freaking me out, Lyra,” Maya's
forehead creased.
    “You and me both,” I chuckled.
    “We'll let miss scaredy pants out of this
one,” Helen glared at Maya. “I'll keep an eye on you, and come if
you need me.”
    “Thanks,” I said. “Let's hope it doesn't come
to that.”
    ~*~
    Party was only half an hour away, and I still
hadn’t decided on what to wear. My wardrobe was pathetic. Jeans and
tops in multiple versions. I wondered why was I even thinking about
it. No matter which combination I chose, it would still be jeans
and something. Maya and Helen will kill me —I thought. Well, what the hell, I’ll go with this one —I pulled out the
tightest skinny jeans I had, and a black top that was tight around
the hips, baggy on top, and open-shouldered on one side. I borrowed
Mom’s strappy stilettos, did my nails and makeup, and the only
thing left to do was my hair. I went with a French braid hanging
down my left shoulder.
    Maya honked in my driveway, prompting me to
go downstairs. As soon as Helen saw me walking out of my house, she
burst out laughing. Maya leaned over Helen from her seat to see
why, then burst out, too. I frowned, and entered the car.
    “What? I did my best,” I said, grinning.
“This is the tightest pair of jeans I own.”
    “Yeah, you did your best,” Helen turned
toward me, chuckling, “Hand it over,” she said, holding her hand
palm-up toward Maya who rolled her eyes, and then put a five dollar
bill in Helen’s hand.
    “You bet on me?” I asked, open mouthed.
    “Yap, and I won,” Helen smirked. “Maya was
fool enough to think you’d buy something new to wear,” she
giggled.
    “Not fair!” I pouted.
    “I’ll never give up hoping, though,” Maya
snickered, and hit the gas.
    ~*~
    Brad’s place was just outside the town on a
lonesome estate, hidden away in the woods. When we arrived, the
place was already packed with people. Maya nagged about finding a
parking spot, and being late. I, on the other hand, was mesmerized
by the size of his house. It didn’t look that grand from the access
road. I wondered why his parents allowed him to have parties at a
place like that. The damage a bunch of high school and college kids
could do to this type of villa would be way too high of a price to
pay.
    Maya and Helen straightened their perfect
little dresses, smoothed out some of the creases done by sitting in
a car, and motioned for me to follow them. Loud music coming from
the back yard made the impression the house was pulsating. Brad’s
face lightened up as soon as he zeroed in on Maya. He left his
company, and came to greet us.
    “Glad you could make it,” he quipped on our
being late, and kissed Maya.
    “Helen couldn’t be bothered to hurry up,”
Maya grimaced at Helen.
    “Where’s Shawn,” Helen asked, glancing
around.
    “My brother took him on a tour around the
house,” Brad said, pointing upstairs. “Can I get you