Chapter Seven

Ava sighed in frustration for what felt like the fifth time that evening. She absolutely hated the ridiculous lashes Sophia was applying to her eyes, but she kept quiet, resisting the urge to complain.

If she did, Sophia would probably shoot her a deadly glare that could kill.

"I still can't believe Taylor ditched us tonight," Sophia muttered with annoyance.

Ava gave a half-hearted shrug. "Her parents have been going through some things lately. I guess it's fair they’re trying to spend more time together now."

Sophia exhaled sharply but didn’t argue. "Luke freaking Garcia is going to have a field day when he sees Taylor isn’t here."

Ava's brows drew together. "Why would he care?"

“One of the three musketeers is missing. To them, that means we’ve already lost,” Sophia replied with a dramatic sigh.

Ava frowned even more, clearly puzzled. She hadn’t realized there was anything to win tonight.

“Wait… what exactly are we competing for?” she asked, confused.

Sophia groaned, clearly frustrated. “Ava, try to keep up! We’re supposed to look like we’re the life of the party. Like we’re having the best time ever. Not like… boring saints.”

Ava didn’t think they looked boring at all in fact, if anything, she thought they might’ve been trying too hard.

Ava had her doubts about how everyone dressed if anything, she thought they all looked a little too overdressed.

But she knew better than to say that to Sophia unless she wanted to end up six feet under.

So instead, Ava kept quiet and let Sophia continue applying her makeup. When Sophia finally finished, especially after perfecting the lashes, Ava let out a relieved sigh.

Finally.

Sophia smiled with satisfaction. “Now, take a look at my masterpiece,” she said proudly, turning Ava toward the mirror.

Ava was stunned. The way Sophia had done her winged eyeliner made her blue eyes pop, changing the shape of her eyes entirely. She looked absolutely stunning.

Her red lips parted in shock. Makeup really did have the power to transform someone.

“I look” Ava began, but Sophia cut her off.

“Hot. Absolutely, freaking hot. Now stand up.”

Sophia clapped, tossing the lash curler onto the dresser before stepping back to admire her work.

She herself wore a skin-tight black dress that ended just below her hips, deliberately short, mostly to get on her brother’s nerves. It clung perfectly to her figure, making her look both stunning and effortlessly confident.

Ava, on the other hand, had chosen a cute red dress with a sparkling top. It hugged her curves in all the right places, pushing up her chest and revealing a bit more cleavage than she expected.

Sophia guided Ava towards the full-length mirror on the wall, and the two of them stared at their reflections.

“I think I might be a lesbian,” Sophia said suddenly, her voice breathless as her gaze lingered on Ava’s chest.

Ava's eyebrows shot up. “What?”

Ava shook her head slightly, still in awe. “I’m serious, Ava. You look insanely hot. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up losing your virginity tonight.”

Ava's cheeks flushed crimson, and she scrunched her nose. “Ew, no way. I’m definitely not losing my virginity like this especially not at some party, and definitely not with one of those gross guys from school. Absolutely not.”

Her disgust made Sophia burst out laughing, throwing her head back as the sound filled the room.

"Fuck you're right. That would be a total waste if you did. Besides, we planned to lose our virginity the same night. How can I forget about our pack?" Sophia snorted

Ava giggled with a nod and soon the girls found themselves downstairs.

They found the boys in the kitchen setting up the drinks and snacks. There were so many beer cans in a cooler and being packed in the fridge, Ava lost count.

She also spotted Mr. Jason's alcohol stash and she knew that if he found out his son had taken some of his alcohol then Mason would be in deep trouble.

When the boys heard the girls’ footsteps they lifted their heads. Mason is the first to seethe in anger when he saw the two dressed like they were going out to the strip club.

And why the hell was Ava wearing such a short dress barely covering her ass? Mason seethed inwardly.

"What the hell are you two wearing!?" Mason roared making the girls look at each other in silent satisfaction after getting the reaction they wanted.

"We're having fun." Sophia said loudly and swept her eyes over to Luke whose eyes were glued to her body.

"Like you guys told us to have. What? Is there a problem brother?" Sophia taunted her brother as a smirk curved on her lips.

Ava pressed her lips together to suppress a giggle as Mason sent his sister a death stare.

But then those blue eyes swept over to her she almost forgot how to breathe. His eyes roamed her figure, lingering on her cleavage and thighs.

Wherever his stare touched, scorching heat was left in its wake.

There was just something about his stare that made Ava forgets how to breath

"Go back upstairs and put something else on,” Mason demanded and tore his eyes away from an alluring Ava.

No matter how annoying that girl was, she was still fucking hot.

Really really fucking hot.

Sophia snorted and so did Ava. "Are you seriously slut shaming your own sister and her best friend brother?" Sophia baited Mason, already smirking when Mason gave a frustrated sigh.

"That's not what I said Sophia and you know it." He defended and Luke nodded. Stephan on the other hand stopped piling up the beer cans and stared at Ava like he was ready to pounce on her.

Mason saw that look and sent him a glare so chilling that Stephan tore his eyes away from Ava immediately.

Ava was oblivious to both Stephan's stares and answered Mason. "But you were thinking it, Sam."

Mason snapped his eyes back to her, gritting

Ava knew Mason hated his middle name so she used it purposely.

Mason snapped his eyes back to her, gritting his teeth.

These two girls were unbelievable and cunning. "I didn't know you turned into a psychic overnight flower." He said sarcastically.

Ava's eyes narrowed on his handsome face.

"It's not hard to tell what you're thinking, your stare alone gave you away."

Mason grew frustrated. It wouldn't matter if he tried to defend himself. He didn't think they were dressed like sluts but it's not like they'd believe him anyway.

This was clearly orchestrated and Mason had obviously fallen for the bait.

He had no choice but to show defeat.

"You know what, you two enjoy the party. But don't come to me when guys flutter around and annoy you." He warned and turned away from them.

Sophia and Ava looked at each other and smirked in satisfaction. They were winning.

Sophia looked over at Lukewho had not said a word. His eyes were still on her. Staring at her intensely. "I'm having so much fun already." She mocked, winked at him and turned around to leave.

Ava followed after while fighting the urge to look back when she felt that burning stare on her bottom.

Mason whose eyes were glued to Ava’s bottom jaw clenched in frustration. He'd rather her wear a long ass dress or jeans. Or something else that wasn't so revealing.

Because now, he was having thoughts that he shouldn't be having.