"And you're sure you don't need any money?" Mr Carter asked once more while hanging onto the front door.

Smiling politely up at him, I patted in my satchel and chuckled under my breath.

"I'm sure Mr Carter, thanks for asking.. Again." Scratching at his arm from over he pyjama shirt, we gave eachother a small wave before I jogged over to the car I only wish I could own.

Brooks slowly did down the window revealing his dark shades and a small smirk.

"Why aren't you wearing a costume?!" Noah whined. He had pushed his way over Brooks and shoved his head out of the window to examine my outfit.

I guess it looked like I'd be at the back with Ty and Walter.

Rolling my eyes, I opened the car door and clambered in with a little help from Ty.

"Thanks" I smiled. Looking back to the front, Noah was staring at me with a mixture of lust and disappointment. I know, a weird mix.

"I didn't have time to get an outfit?" I sighed while buckling my seatbelt.

Looking back up, I bit down on my lip to try to stifle a laugh once I noticed how they all had superhero outfits on.

Ty was a way hotter version of hulk, with his ripped shorts and the tinge of green he had sprain over his chest. Walter was Spider-Man, bulge and all. Noah was Batman, fiddling around with the end of his cape as nodded his head to the beat of the song Take Care by Drake. Last but not least, Brooks - the huge S and red cape was a dead give away.

Suddenly remembering something, I squinted my eyes and creased my brow in confusion.

"Wait, why exactly are you guys tagging along?"

***

Noticing the spotless lawn, it was obvious that the party had not started yet. The little sneaky bitch had told me the party was no longer starting at 9:00, but at 7:00.

It was a lie, wasn't it.

Paige, you freaking creep.

"Quiet party..." Ty murmured as we walked up to the porch. I was about to answer but my eyes had caught the sight of Paige staring out of her window with binoculars like a mad women.

"Y-yeah ..." I stuttered.

Glancing over my shoulder at the boys, luckily they hadn't noticed as they were too busy talking about who's costume looked better.

Shaking my head with the sides of my lips tugging, my finger pressed the doorbell multiple times. As the house was completely silent, we all heard a crash, thump and then another loud thud.

We all jumped back as she swung the door open breathlessly panting with a crazy grin on her rouge lips.

"Did you just fall down your stairs?" Brooks asked curiously.

By her flushed cheeks, I could tell he guessed correctly.

As she was leaning we could only see her face and her blonde locks curled to perfection.

"Of course not" she laughed nervously. "Marnie I didn't expect you to be here so early, and you brought guests" she said as if she was starting in an opera drama.

What is she talking about?

Arching an eyebrows, I crossed my arms over my chest and spoke with a monotone voice. "What are you talking about? You specifically told me to come-"

"Why don't you come in!" She laughed louder with nerves in her voice.

Grumbling under my breath, I walked straight past her as she opened the door up wider. She had out done herself surprisingly. The decorations, the food, even her outfit was probably-

My thoughts were interrupted as I spun around to face everyone else. I think anyone in a 10 mile radius could hear my jaw hit her marble floor.

Her outfit was... It was ..

"Woah .." Ty mumbled everyone's thoughts.

"What the hell are you meant to be?!" I chocked on my shrill shriek. My eyebrows dipped as my eyes looked her up and down.

She span around with a seductive smile and her arms out like a weighing scale.

"I'm black canary, duhh?" She exaggerated. She was wearing a sleeveless latex body suit that just about covered her ass. She wore checkered fishnet tights underneath with s pair of black gives and calf high black boots. The black leather jacket that she held over her arm was probably just for effect.

"You sure? Cause you look a lot like a hooker to me right now" her arms dropped to her sides and frowned a pout in my direction.

"You guys like it, right?" She asked the ogling guys. They all nodded their head in unison like dogs who had been classically conditioned.

"See?" She smiled triumphantly. Her smile shortly vanished as her eyes skinned owner my outfit.

"What the hell are you wearing, oh hell no." She said with pure disgust. Oh I'm sorry, was this not revealing enough?

Turning her back to me, she faced the guys with her hands on her hips.

"Help yourself to food and drinks, we'll be right back" and on that note, she scurried up to me and yanked on my arm to start dragging me up her stairs. I let out my yelp as she smacked my ass after pushing me infront of her.

"My party, my rules. And rule number 1 is that you have to look like a superhero, not a superzero.

"Have I ever told you your originality is impeccable?" I said whilst pushing her bedroom door open.

As her hands were placed firmly on my shoulders, she dropped them as I turned around to sit down on her fairy light lined bed.

"No?" She said sounding confused.

"Good, I wouldn't want our friendship to be based around lies." I grinned cheekily at her as she glared down at me with a scowl. Walking her way over to her closet, my smile dropped as curiosity was getting the better of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked trying to peak over her shoulder.

Glancing over her shoulder, I didn't feel safe as she smirked at me deviously.

"Oh you'll see."

***

"You look hot, common the party started like 30 minutes ago Marnie - lets go already." Paige whined into her leather jacket. She was slumped against her door in the floor while I stared at myself in the mirror did the 1000th time.

She had forced me - yes forced me - out of my clothes and into her catwomen outfit and black heels. Another latex number that Miss Moore owned, she really did have thing for skin tight costumes didn't she?

I didn't even want to ask her why she had continently owned a whip to go with the outfit.

My fingers went to the zip and struggled to zip it over my cleavage, so gave up.

Maybe she was right? It's good to look sexy once in a while. It was a costume party anyway, sexy was good.

"Okay, let's go"

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