Part 28 (1/2)

The guys were supposed to meet us before we all went out, but Trista wouldn't even let them on the property until we were all ready and looked good enough to pa.s.s her inspection.

Per her request, I'd brought several options so she could choose my outfit for the night. I laid them all out on her bed: the best of my new casual chic options plus a few cute dresses that I loved.

Trista looked concerned. ”Hmm.”

”What? You liked those, remember? You picked them out.”

”I like them for school. We're going clubbing.”

”How about this?” I asked, fingering my favorite dress. ”It looks really cute on.”

”Try it.”

I changed into the dress and spun around for Trista, Ree-Ree, and Kristie.

”It's okay,” Ree-Ree said.

”It's cute!” That was from Kristie.

”It is cute,” Trista said. ”But you want to look hot. Let me see what I've got.”

She rummaged through her closet and came out with a handful of options. As I took off my dress to change into the first one, Trista stopped me.

”Whoa, whoa, wait a minute: bra check.”

”Bra check?” I asked. I was wearing my best white silky bra, the same one I'd worn for my ill-fated attempted makeout session with Archer. I'd put it on specifically for the occasion.

”You definitely need a better bra.”

I looked at myself in the mirror. ”What's wrong with my bra?”

”It's just sitting there. It's not doing anything.”

I had no idea my bra was supposed to have skills. ”What exactly is it supposed to do?”

”Check it out.” Trista peeled off her s.h.i.+rt to reveal a skin-tone lacy bra. ”See what this is doing? It has structure. It's pus.h.i.+ng me up and in and giving me shape. Free-floating b.o.o.bs are great when you're naked, but under clothes you need structure. What are you, B-cup?”

”Yeah.”

”Thought so. Rees and I are Cs. Kristie, do you have another bra here?”

”Sure.” Kristie pulled one out of her overnight bag and handed it to Trista. It was pretty, but at the same time it was far thicker and more substantial than any bra I owned. It almost looked like it could stand up by itself.

”Perfect,” Trista said. She held it up to show me. ”See this? Pushup and padded. This will do something for you. Put it on.”

I did, then Trista had me reach into each cup and scoop the b.o.o.b so it sat the right way on the padding. She tightened the straps a little, then broke into a huge smile.

”See? Two-second b.o.o.b job-you look amazing!”

She spun me back to the mirror.

”Oh my G.o.d...” Trista was right. Just like that, my b.o.o.bs were a cup size bigger, or at least they looked it. I even had cleavage. I turned side to side, catching the look from every angle. ”This is ... wow!”

”Exactly. Now wait till you see how good they look under the right dress.”

Trista had me go through several options from her closet. Finally I tried on a flirty blue babydoll with matching heels, and Ree-Ree and Kristie burst into applause. I spun in front of the mirror. I couldn't stop staring: I looked curvy and s.e.xy and fabulous. Trista's one remaining concern was my undies- they showed panty lines. Luckily she had several brand-new, tag-still-on thongs, so I changed into one of those.

Perfect.

”Now, ready for hair and makeup?” Trista asked.

I'd a.s.sumed I'd do my hair and makeup the Trista-influenced way I'd been doing for school, but apparently not. Trista worked on both for me, talking me through every step so I could do it next time on my own. By the time she was done I looked amazing-and about five years older than I actually was.

The guys must have called three times while she was getting me ready, and three more while she did up herself. I apologized for slowing everyone down, but Trista wouldn't hear it.

”You have to stop thinking that way, Cara,” she said. ”You're worth the time. We all are.”

She said it as though it were obvious, but the words startled me. I had always been taught that making someone wait-especially making Karl wait-was the ultimate sign of disrespect. But maybe that wasn't always true. Maybe I was worth the time.

I took a deep breath and stopped stressing about the clock. I felt incredibly grateful to be under Trista's wing.

When we were all ready, I kept staring at the four of us in the mirror. I remembered seeing these girls hanging out in their tree, as the p.u.s.s.y Posse at Halloween, and on the dance floor at Eddie's party. They had seemed like another species then, beautiful creatures far outside my reality. But if anyone looked at us now, they'd have no idea I was new to the group. I fit in perfectly.

I couldn't wait for Eddie to see me. It was funny: we'd been a couple for a while now, but we really hadn't been that involved in each other's lives. We hung out at lunch and in The Heap, but after school he had practice, and weekends had been out since I'd been grounded, so we didn't see each other that much. And he wasn't big on e-mail and Facebook like the girls, so we didn't talk a lot either.

That was okay-it had given me time to cement my place in the group. Now Eddie and I could start having a normal relations.h.i.+p, and it would begin the minute he saw me in my perfect outfit.

I was sure it would be like in a cartoon, where his tongue would pop out of his mouth and roll onto the floor. These were pretty much Brett's, Marsh's, and Eric's reactions when they saw their girlfriends. They all immediately took the girls into their arms, kissing and ogling them as if they couldn't get enough.

Eddie was the last one to get to Trista's. ”He has to get all dolled up,” Marsh explained, which I didn't realize was a joke until Eddie came in wearing the same thing he always wore: jeans and a T-s.h.i.+rt. Today's tee was black and white, which I supposed made it formal. It featured two braces-wearing penguins who had kissed and stuck together, and the caption read COLD FUSION. In deference to going out, he'd tossed a casual blazer over the ensemble.

I didn't care. Guys could get away with that kind of thing. Besides, the more dressed down he was, the more I'd stand out next to him.

”Save the beerst for last,” he said, mitigating his late arrival with a six-pack he'd pulled from his fridge at home. The guys pounced on it.

I'd been standing back in the shadows. I wanted to make a moment out of Eddie seeing me. My heart was pounding. It felt like stage fright. For the first time ever, I was playing the role of hot girl, and I was about to step out of the wings.

I walked toward Eddie, a shy smile on my face. ”Hey.”

Eddie looked me up and down. I waited for his reaction. I could barely stand it. Finally he smiled. ”You fit right in.”

I practically jumped up and down. He'd hit it exactly. It was just what I'd been thinking myself. I thought he'd kiss me, but instead he gave a roar and darted behind me, grabbed my waist, and plopped us both down into a beanbag chair. I squealed happily. It wasn't exactly the reaction I'd expected, but maybe Eddie wasn't as comfortable as the other guys with a lot of kissing in public. Besides, I was still in his arms, so I was good.

The limo came about a half hour later. The guys grabbed their beers, we girls each grabbed a freshly Trista-made c.o.c.ktail, and we piled in. Trista wasn't trying to be ostentatious with the limo. Her parents required it. They knew we'd drink, and they didn't want any of us even to think about driving.

During the ride, Trista told me the key to getting into clubs without getting carded was confidence. ”That, and looking CHIW, which we do.”

I believed her, but when we actually got out of the car, I was glad we'd been drinking. The now-familiar fuzziness would make it easier to act confident and unafraid as I actively tried to break the law and walk into a twenty-one-and-over dance club.

There was a huge line to get inside, but Trista strode right to the front, Kristie, Ree-Ree, and I at her heels. The guys hung behind. Trista called the bouncer by name and gave him a close hug and major eyeful of her cleavage. Then she and the girls chatted with him like old friends.