At Emma's house, the air was buzzing with excitement as Circe, Katie, and Emma prepared themselves for the much-awaited frat party. Emma slipped into a little black dress that walked the fine line between cute and risqué, while Katie opted for a stylish jumpsuit that exuded confidence. Circe adorned herself in a charming floral dress and a pair of heels that made her feel both elegant and carefree. They gathered around Emma's vanity, their makeup spread out before them, as they shared the latest gossip and secrets.
Emma, expertly applying her eyeliner, glanced at Circe through the mirror. "Okay, Circe, it's your turn. Spill the beans. Who's your crush?"
Circe's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension coloring her cheeks. She toyed with her lipstick, avoiding eye contact as she spoke. "Oh, you know, just the usual teenage crushes. Nothing worth mentioning."
Katie turned to Circe, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "Come on, spill it. We all shared ours. You can't keep us in suspense forever."
Circe's mind raced, desperately searching for a way to divert the conversation. "Well, honestly, guys, have you noticed anything strange happening lately? Like flickering lights, whispers, or unexplained gusts of wind?"
Emma and Katie exchanged bemused glances, their expressions filled with amusement. "Circe, you've never ceased to make me laugh, you're mental." Katie chuckled. "I think it's just your mind playing tricks on you."
Emma nodded in agreement, her voice gentle. "Yeah, Circe, you've always been drawn to the mystical. Maybe it's just your love for the supernatural seeping into your everyday life."
Circe sighed, her heart sinking slightly. It seemed that she was the only one who noticed these peculiar occurrences, making her wonder if she truly was imagining things. She shook off her unease, determined to embrace the excitement of the night ahead.
With their makeup complete and their outfits carefully chosen, the trio left Emma's house and embarked on the short journey to the frat house. The vibrant sounds of laughter and music echoed through the air as they approached the lively gathering.
As they neared the entrance, they were greeted by Thomas, who was lovingly tousling Josh's hair in an aggressive manner. A blush crept onto Josh's cheeks as he tried to regain his composure, embarrassment dancing in his eyes. "You're such a jerk, Tom."
"Sup dudes, You with this Bozo?" He said, putting Josh in a headlock "Welcome to the party, I guess" Tom greeted them, his voice a mix of enthusiasm why are these high schoolers here?
Emma playfully ruffled Josh's hair, a mischievous smile gracing her lips. "Aw, look at you, Joshy. All dolled up for your brother's sorority party. You clean up nicely."
Josh swatted Emma's hand away, feigning annoyance. "Oh, shut it. Just because you're jealous of my very mature, college connections."
Katie chuckled, nudging Circe playfully. "Well, well, Circe. Looks like Josh is all flustered tonight. Don't you think?"
Circe stifled a giggle, catching Josh's eye. "Don't worry, Josh. We won't spill your secrets... yet."
Josh rolled his eyes, but a smirk played at the corners of his lips. "You guys are impossible. Just go in and enjoy the party. And, uh, watch out for any supernatural occurrences, Circe." He then proceeded to attempt to do an impression of a ghost wailing- which made the whole group cringe.
Circe shot Josh a bemused look, wondering if he was teasing her or if he knew something she didn't. With a laugh and a final exchange of playful banter, they entered the frat house, stepping into a world of pulsating music, vibrant lights, and laughter that filled the air.
The sound of the party enveloped them, washing away any remnants of the mundane and replacing them with the thrill of the unknown. Their hearts raced with anticipation as they navigated the crowded rooms, reveling in the lively energy that surged through the house.
As they ventured deeper into the festivities, Circe's mind couldn't help but wonder. The strange occurrences she had experienced lately lingered at the edge of her consciousness, but she decided to set them aside for the night.
"Who wants to partake in some underage drinking?" Said Katie, in a really terrible British accent. The girls squealed excitedly, pouring a sickly, fruity, alcoholic punch into red solo cups.
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