The day of the party

The next day was spent fretting about going to another house party. I briefly considered not going, but quickly discarded the idea. For better or worse I now felt a instinctive need to please Brandon. I should have been disgusted by that, but I wasn't really. Excitement and guilt fought over being my dominant feelings.

I met up with Jamie for lunch, wearing a slutty getup for the second day in a row. He certainly seemed to appreciate it. I ate occupied with thought of the coming night when I realized that Jamie was trying to say something. I looked up at him with an apologetic smile.

"I said, do you want to come over tonight?" he repeated with that adorable boyish smile of his. Immediately my stomach dropped. I had to let him down somehow, but my mind raced to find a solution. The most obvious was to lie and say I was busy, but I was lying to him too much already.