The following weekend

Once Friday night arrived, the girls were getting ready to go out. Sam had picked out a short, tight black dress that hugged her curves and showed off her cleavage. She paired the outfit with fishnet stockings and knee-high boots. Sam's hair was teased into a messy style, and she had applied dark makeup to her face. She looked punk and hot.

Sam was helping Jordan find an outfit to wear. Jordan normally wore preppy clothes, and Sam said that wouldn't fly. She rummaged through Jordan's closet, eventually pulling out a short red skirt, a black halter top, and some knee-length socks. Sam helped Jordan get dressed, and then did her makeup. Jordan looked at herself in the mirror, and although the outfit was more revealing than her usual clothes, she had to admit that she looked good.

After getting dressed, Sam and Jordan went over to Jared's house, the same house where the party was being thrown the previous weekend. Jared welcomed them and offered them drinks. They chatted with Jared for a while, and then went off to mingle with the other guests. Sam led Jordan around, introducing her to various people. There were a lot of punks there, as well as a number of goths. Most of them were cool, but Jordan found some of them to be a bit too intense. But, as the **** flowed, she began to loosen up.

"Who are those guys?" Jordan asked, nodding her head in the direction of a couple of guys standing in the kitchen. The taller one had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt and ripped jeans. The other one had dark hair and brown eyes, and was wearing a leather jacket and jeans.

"That's Blake and Michael," Sam replied. "They're friends of mine. Come on, I'll introduce you." She led Jordan over to the two guys. "Hey, guys," she said. "This is my friend Jordan. She's new to the scene."

"Nice to meet you," Michael said, extending his hand. "I'm Michael, and this is Blake." He pointed to the other guy.

"Nice to meet you, too," Jordan said, shaking his hand.

"I love the outfit you're wearing," Blake commented, his eyes roaming over Jordan's body.

"Thanks," Jordan said, feeling a little shy. "Sam helped me put it together."

"We're just lucky you had something other than your cheerleader outfits in your closet." Sam teased. She knew Jordan wasn't much of a party animal, but she was hoping that this party would change that. She wanted Jordan to loosen up and have some fun. "I'm gonna go grab another drink, you guys need anything?"