Arnav managed to somehow jump gracefully off the bed and onto his feet on the rug just beside it.
"Dad it's er, not what it looks li-" I began.
"Actually, Sir, no disrespect but it's exactly what it looks like."
I watched as dad puffed up his chest and his face began to turn a dangerous shade of beetroot.
What the f*** was Arnav doing?!
Arnav shrugged unabashedly. "I was just teaching her the dangers associated with leaving the house dressed like this." he pointed at me. I threw an affronted look in his direction, my jaw dropping so suddenly I could almost swear I felt it click.
Hopefully the 'lockjaw' look is coming back into style soon...
Dad's attention was now fully focused on me. Thanks to my little, er- indiscretion with Arnav, the boob-leg-ho-s**t LBD had somehow managed to ride even further up my legs, revealing a long expanse of long, honey-brown limb.
Dad looked scandalised. "The only way any daughter of mine is leaving the house wearing a dress like that is if she's wearing a sturdy pair of slacks under it and an oversized hoodie on top. Change." he ordered.
"But daaad-"
"Now!"
I could hear his feet clomping their way angrily down the stairs.
I raised my head and shucked the hemline of the dress down. "This is all your fault you know?"
Arnav chuckled and placed a light kiss on my cheek. "Whatever Khush. This way, I get the best of both worlds. I got to see you in this." I watched as his pupils dilated into dark pools as he took in all the exposed silky skin.
Waxing sure hurt like a bitch- but was it worth it?
I looked at my boyfriend's expression again- the one which looked like he was ready to pounce.
Heck yes it was.
"But no one else does." he finished. "Now get changed. I don't really want to spend all that much time alone with your dad right now."
"I'll be an hour."
"If you take more than ten minutes I will come up here and dress you myself."
"Is that a threat?" I asked, one eyebrow raised mockingly.
"It could be..." he trailed off as he gave me one last once-over and then walked out.
"You look nice." Arnav smiled as I buckled myself into the backseat of his car. "Though you know, I could admire you better if you were sitting next to me."
I scowled and folded my arms by means of response.
I had changed into a deep emerald coloured peplum dress which was mid-thigh and had a feminine sweetheart neckline, scooped my hair up into a messy bun and decided to go for some gold hoop earrings- the kind that looked expensive, not common.
Then, because I felt like a badass, I decided to go with some high-heeled black ankle boots and grabbed my leather jacket, holding it up and waving it in dad's face like a white flag before he could comment on the fact that the dress itself was strapless.
"Will you forgive me by the time we get to the party?"
"Maybe." I grunted, reaching into my purse and pulling out my diary and a pen.
Of course I'll forgive him by the time we get to the party. I don't think I'm actually even mad right now. But it's fun to watch him squirm. Oh yeah- he got me in trouble with dad... Right. Er, grr???
But I mean, he looks so good tonight- and hell, I'm nothing if not honest.
I'm shallow. Even if I was seriously mad, he'd totally be forgiven by now.
Also, NK and/or Payal are obviously going to somehow talk me into getting blind drunk and doing something stu-------
A bump in the road jerked my hand across the page, I lifted the diary and examined my handwriting in the orangey glow of the streetlights.
I'm pretty sure the words smeared across the walls of secure units by psychopaths using their own excrement were more legible.
Sighing, I put it away.
"So, could you please at least try not to get absolutely s***-faced tonight? I don't needanotherconfrontation with your dad. Especially not now you've told me he's... Well."
"Look, I didn't mean for you to find out about the family business, you just happened to come in at a bad time."
"You're lucky I'm so understanding. But yeah, I'd rather not wake up with a horse head in my bed tomorrow, if that's alright with you."
"My dad is not the Godfather, Arnav."
"Right." Arnav acquiesced sarcastically.
He parked up and was out of the car opening my door for me before I even had a chance to unfasten my seatbelt. "M'lady." he bowed superfluously, earning himself nothing but a grimace.
I hopped out of the car, quickly yanking down the hem of my dress when I saw Arnav's eyes falling on my legs again.
Thank God I'm a runner and pilate like a pro.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm a total feminist and all- YAY equality for women!
I just, I don't know, think it's kind of cool to have my boyfriend find me attractive.
I took one step and nearly twisted my ankle as my heel tilted to the side. One strong, warm arm wrapped around my waist and steadied me.
"You okay?" he whispered in my ear.
I nodded.
That voice.
It was to ears what Marks & Spencers adverts are to eyes.
"You cold?" he asked as I shivered slightly at the sound.
"No."
"Here. Take this anyway." he took off his jacket and slipped it over my shoulders. I shrugged it off, pouting, still pretending to be annoyed.
"I have my own." I callously removed his hand from my midriff and strode ahead, ignoring the, "BE CAREFUL KHUSHI!" he called after me when I nearly faceplanted walking up the steps to Lavanya's house.
"Khushi! Finally!" Payal waved me towards her. "What happened to your dress?" she asked as soon as she no longer had to scream over the music for me to hear her.
I gave her a mock apologetic look. "Dad."
"Oh for f***'s sake. Well, I mean at least Arnav got to see a glimpse of it before Papa Shylock made you take it off."
"Payal... I don't think Shylock's the name you were looking for."
"Hamlet?"
"Definitely not."
"Pffft," she spluttered, and Khushi got a huge whiff of alcohol from her breath, "Who evencares? Your dad's a total DILF either way. Come on Khush! SHOTSSS!" she grabbed Khushi's arm and pulled her over towards the bar Lavanya Kasyap had set up in her living room.
"Where's Arnav?" Payal looked around curiously.
"I don't know. I left him back there somewhere." I wafted a hand in the general direction of the front door as Payal ordered two Jagerbombs and four shots of Smirnoff.
"Jagerbombs and vodka? Are you looking to get us killed?"
"Well since you've sworn off weed and acid, and smoking's for benders who want gross teeth and lung cancer- getting you wasted is the only way I'll be able to persuade you to do something stupid." Payal laughed as the handsome bartender placed the drinks in front of her. Payal looked him up and down appreciatively. "When I've downed these, remind me to give you my number."
The guy grinned and nodded as he moved over to serve someone else.
Payal beamed as Kaci Battaglia's Body Shots came on, to the sound of loud whoops from everyone in their vicinity.
"Right, you ready Khush? Jagerbombs first, then the Smirnoff. Three. Two. One!"
"NKAAAYYY!!!" I squealed as I rushed over to my best friend and pulled him into a hug.
"Heyy hun. You made it!"
"Of course I made it." I was buzzing with energy and therefore, despite the fact that I kind of knew I was yelling unnecessarily, I really didn't care.
"Where's Payal?"
"Making out with the bartender. She managed to pull in less than three minutes. I think that's a new record- even for her."
NK chuckled as I finally noticed the people he had been talking to. The group of four guys were brazenly checking me out.
Wonder what they would've been like if I'd stayed in the boob-leg-ho-s**t-dress.
"Oh Khushi, these guys are in the year above. They do Economics so I see them around."
"Ooh. You know you guys- have a huge responsibility on your shoulders. If you turn out to be another... another Bernie Madoff, or whatever, I will personally... sit on all your faces. OOOH I LOVE THIS SONG!"
I heard NK jokingly explaining that I was a weird drunk to the guys before I was far enough away for the music to completely block him out.
It was Cover Drive's new release and I knew I was a good dancer.
The Bajan beats mixed with the drums and guitar were perfect for twisting and shaking my hips to.
I felt a pair of hands place themselves on my hips and I smiled, relaxing completely as I leant back against the body of whoever it was and continued to shake.
I felt his body begin to sway with mine as my hands stretched up and wrapped around his neck, tangling in his hair as we continued to dance. When Dappy's rap finished, I turned round to face my partner.
I vaguely recognised the messy blond hair and the startling green eyes. I giggled. "Your eyes are the same colour as my dress!" I exclaimed.
"I like your dress." he replied, smiling.
"I like your smile!"
"I like yours too, Khushi."
"Ooh! I know who you are." I grinned in triumph, recognising the accent and the funny way he pronounced my name. "H-something. Henry? Harris? Harvinder? NO! Harry! Got it."
He did Biochemistry and they had some lectures with us Medics, so I'd seen him around.
Also, Payal somehow knew the names of every guy in Uni who she deemed as being a 7 or above on the Eligibility scale.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp prickle run up my neck and knew he had found me. "Eek." I squeaked and pressed my face against Harry's chest.
Maybe if I can't see him... he won't be able to see me either! Yep. Pretty sure that's how it works.
I felt him approach and loom ominously beside us. Harry pushed me away from him slightly. I looked up to see him gingerly looking at Arnav.
Oh so suddenly my smile isn't enough for you, douche nozzle?
Arnav simply snorted and leant close to Harry's ear, whispering something to him.
Harry immediately released my hips and backed away, nearly tripping over the sofa in his haste.
Arnav grinned mischievously and took his place.
"Trying to make me jealous, huh Khush? Interesting revenge tactic. Backfired somewhat."
"What did you just say to him?" I ignored him.
He looked thoughtful so I asked him another question. "What're you thinking about?"
"I'm just considering whether or not the boys-" he looked down meaningfully to make perfectly clear he was not referring to actual people, "Will survive a well-placed attack from your knee."
I instantly gritted my teeth and felt my fists clenching. "What. Did. You. Say to him?" I hissed
Arnav pulled me flush against him, locking me in position so I couldn't free myself and nor could I make a single move without him releasing me. "I may have just told Harry Mason that you have chlamydia."
I might not have been able to manoeuvre my knee to connect with his crotch but I sure as hell could move my feet. I stabbed his foot with the heel of my boot and, as he jumped back and hopped around, kicking off his shoe to rub his foot.
I looked around and spotted NK's bright yellow t-shirt in the corner of the room. He was making out with some random girl but I didn't care. "NK!" I yanked the neckline of his t-shirt, choking him and forcing him to pull away from his hookup.
"Ow! Khushi, jeez. What's wrong?"
"Give me your keys. You can get a ride with Payal."
"Erm- I kind of need the car Khush." he tilted his head back at the girl in the tiny, skintight golden sequin dress which I recognised from the TFNC-London website. Even drunk and furious, I understood NK had scored.
I sighed. "Fine. I guess you were the wrong person to ask anyway, I'll just ask Payal. She can get a lift with Bartender Boy."
I slunk over to the bar, only to find neither head nor tail of either Payal or the male bartender whose shift appeared to have ended as people were now being served by a bubbly red-haired girl.
I stumbled over to the bartender and ordered myself a bottle of blue WKD, taking it with me as I squeezed my way back through the hot and sweaty crowds who were jumping up and down while chanting along to Ludacris' Move B***h (Get Out The Way).
I was just about to break free from the crowd when the unmistakeable opening to Snoop and Pharrell's Drop It Like It's Hot began pumping through the speakers.
Spotting Lavanya and her best friend, Anjali standing on a coffee table, popping their bodies in a way that had all the boys in the room gawking, bottles waving in the air splashing those nearby them, I suddenly decided:
Screw him! I came here to have a good time. And er, unless you can get chlamydia just from making out, then I totally do not have it.
I shoved through everybody and, when I was at the foot of the table, reached my arms up. Lavanya and Anjali both grinned and each took one hand, pulling me up with them.
Sn-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooop!
I took a swig from my bottle and threw my arms in the air.
"Whooo!!!"
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A/N: I can now proudly reveal that the writer of Chapter One: Spandex Initiative was BlueMystique!!
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