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set up and make sure all things are there as planned, Olivia,” Kylie says, rolling her eyes at me.
    I’m really unsure how long it is going to take me to get ready. Mandy and I had woken up early to get our brows waxed, a mani and pedi, and picked up my dress at the seamstress. The only thing I had to worry about was my hair and makeup. It shouldn’t take me long, but tonight I really do want to look my best. It is my first major party as president of S.O.S., and everyone is going to be there. I don’t want to disappoint.
    I have chosen a simple, short, off the shoulder red dress with cute, strappy, gold jeweled heels. I needed to match the team colors, so it is a good thing my olive skin tone goes well with red. Mandy’s dress is gorgeous on the hanger in the store and even better on her. It’s a black strapless dress with specks of red along the bodice, it’s fitted and it accentuates her flawless slender figure, her shoes make her three inches taller and like a model. Like she doesn’t look like one already, even if she considers herself a nerd.
    “I hate that you always look so perfect,” I tell Mandy as I eye her up and down. She has a beautiful body, she’s tall 5’8”, slender long legs, wavy fire-red hair that sits above her waist. I swear she could be a model even if she wears those nerdy looking glasses, because she’s beautiful. My body is just not made that way. I’m Hispanic, so I’m rounder around the hips, smaller around the waist, but Mandy? She’s just perfect. “What? I would kill for your body, do you know what I have to do to try to look like I have an ass? I have to walk like this.” She walks, slightly arching her back so that it curves her ass out. “And when I stand I have to stick out my hip to whichever side I think the guy I want to impress is standing so he can think I have a figure. You, on the other hand, don’t even have to try, your ass sticks out all the way around and guys are always looking at it,” she says, looking at my ass and waving her arms towards it.
    “They are not. It’s you they look at because I’m with you, dumb ass.” We both start to laugh.
    I just want this night to be over. Parties are the one thing I hate about being president because I have to be present at every one of them. They make feel like I’m back at home, people being drunk and some doing drugs. It is the very thing I was running away from.

    “Hey, Livi, are you ready?” Mandy asks.
    “Yeah,” I tell her, looking at her through the mirror.
    “Okay, then let’s go. I’ll go get Miss Universe so we get this show in the road,” Mandy says, walking out the door.
    We ride to the Frat house, and since they expect me to stay, I hand Mandy my keys as we arrive. As I walk inside the house I start to feel butterflies in my stomach. I have never had this feeling before, but I had heard about it from some of the other girls when they describe how they feel when they meet a hot potential boyfriend. Why now? I can’t feel this, my heart is not available for anyone; it doesn’t even know how to work properly. I know this feeling isn’t for the man I am seeing, but for the man I am hoping to see, Nix. Even saying his name in my head makes me nervous.
    Walking in the house, I can feel the trepidation.
    “Mandy, come with me to make sure all of the tables are set up where they are supposed to be,” I say.
    “They should be. I told the guys where we wanted them,” Kylie mentions.
    “In that case they’re probably in the wrong place,” I tell her. Guys never do as they’re told. They actually always do the complete opposite. And sure enough, I walk out to the back-yard and find the tables in two rows. Yeah, lined up like we are in elementary school. As we set up the tables, I hear someone open the back gate and set some stuff down. It’s him, Nix, but before he can notice me I rush inside.
    The turn out is awesome, and it seems like everyone on campus is here and having a good time.