The Stark Project
Sadie is popular and Aiden, aka Stark is not. Sadie owns a show called The It Project. She goes around finding people who need fashion advice and fix them up. Her next victim is Stark. Her best friend's boyfriend's twin brother. At first they can't stand being around each other, but soon enough they find their company is all they need.
“Thanks again, Sadie. Ever since you helped me lose weight and pick out new clothes, Devin has actually been talking to me,” Neena said, being the girl I decided to help this time on my show.
“You’re welcome. And that’s great! Hope it works out,” I say as I give her a hug. When she let go, we said goodbye and she left.
“Think she’ll maintain the weight you got her to?” My best friend Heidi asked, watching Neena as she left the school.
I shrugged. “Who knows? I’m hoping so, life is always easier when you look like us.” I say, motioning to Heidi and myself.
“Yeah true,” Heidi agreed. “So Lucas is having a party tonight, feel like going?”
Lucas was Heidi’s year long boyfriend. He was a good choice compared to her other cheating loser boyfriends.
“When do I not feel like partying? Want to go to my place to get ready?” I asked as I sling my bag over my right shoulder, ready to leave.
“Sure. If you let me borrow that cute top you bought last week,” Heidi said. We always borrow each other’s clothes, with us both being a size four.
“You got it,” I said as we headed out side to my 2008 red convertible mustang. It was a nice March day so after we throw our bags in, Heidi and I decided to put down the top. We drove out of the school parking lot and left for my place.
A few minutes later, I pull up in my drive way and park in front of my two door garage. I lived in a pretty big house in a nice neighborhood. My mom was a party planner and my dad was a chef for a 5 star restaurant. So you can say we were well off. We hop out and walk through my front door.
“I’m home!” I yelled, taking my black American Eagle flip flops off in the kitchen. Max my Yorkie poo, who is really more of a Yorkshire than poodle, and Bear, my Pomeranian, came to greet me. I put my keys on the counter and bent down to pet them. After calming down from the excitement of seeing me, they run to the back door to tell me they have to go potty. I stood up and followed them, looking around the house on the way. I let them out in to our fenced in back yard. Sense no one answered when I came in, that tells me that my parents were still at work. “Well let’s get ready for that party,” I said, closing the door and motion for Heidi to head to my room. I open the door and toss my bag on the chair next to my desk. “So when does the party start?” I asked, as I walk to my closet.
“At seven,” Heidi said, sitting on my queen sized bed. I pull my phone out of my pocket to check the time and see that it was now five o’clock. “Hey think I can spend the night? I’m at my dad’s this week and his new girlfriend is so mean to me,” Heidi asks as she rolls over onto her stomach and examines the end of her hair, most likely looking for split ends. Her parents are divorced, and her mom settled in with a nice guy who is the manager of a huge company who name I didn’t really care enough to remember. She likes this guy more than her actual dad though. Her actual dad seems to have a different girlfriend every month and this month it was a beautiful woman who sales cars.
“Yeah, I’m sure my parents won’t mind,” I say over my shoulder, still tearing through my closet for something to wear. This was true because my parents were use to Heidi spending the night on her dad’s weekends. My parents usually didn’t mind because they like her. They thought she was a sweet and polite girl, and she is, but they have never seen the wild side of her. I finally find the new shirt she wanted to borrow for tonight. I turn around and throw it at her. “You can find bottoms in those drawers over there.” I said, pointing to my dresser against the wall across the room from my bed, as I continue looking through the closet until I found one of my favorite shirts shoved in the back. It’s black with short sleeves, and it fits me loose at the top, but tight around my stomach, showing off my nice shape. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of dark blue skinny jeans as Heidi pulls out another pair that she likes.
We get dressed and show each other our finished outfits. She looks at me and smiles. “Simple, but cute. I like it.” She gives me a wink then does a spin so I could see her outfit. “So?” she asks.
“Gorgeous!” I smile and then turn to look at myself in the mirror on the top of the dresser. “But I was thinking that my hair would look better curled,” I told her.
“Defiantly,” she said as she walked into the bathroom that was connected to my room. A few seconds later, she came back with my curler and plugged it in next to my desk. She sat it next to my laptop and as we wait for it to heat up I go and grabbed a few clips from a box that I keep my hair ties, bobby pins and stuff like that in. I give a handful of clips to Heidi and sat down in front of her. She parted my long blond hair and began to curl it.
After an hour Heidi is almost done. She walks and stands in front of me so she can look at the front of my hair to make sure she got everything. “You look amazing,” She states
I smile and get up to look in the mirror. I smile at the girl I see looking back at me. “You did great!” I say as I turn and hug Heidi.
“It was nothing. So now my turn, I was thinking like a messy, but cute bun,” Heidi said, running her hand through her hair.
I nod. “Would you like me to do it?” I ask.
“Well of course! I would feel bad if I didn’t let you do my hair when you let me do yours,” she said with a laugh. I giggle and she sits down. I grab a hair tie and a couple of bobby pins from my bag. I went to the bathroom to grab a comb and hairspray. When I come back in, I begin to work on her hair. I tease her bangs and make it into a bump. I then grab her curly brown hair and put it in a messy bun.
I walked in front of her to inspect my work. “Now you look amazing.” I say as she gets up from the chair to look at herself in the mirror. She squeals and hugs me. I grab my phone off my bed and looked at the time 6:30. “Oh. We better get going,” I say, as I grab my black one inch wedges from my closet and hold onto the door frame as I slip them on. Once they are on, I grab a sticky note from my desk and write,
Going over to Lucas’s to hang out with him and Heidi. Its dad’s weekend so Heidi is also spending the night. Hope its okay.
The note wasn’t a complete lie since I was going over to Lucas’s and was hanging out with Heidi, just not her alone. I leave my room and go to the back door to let Bear and Max back inside. I walk into the kitchen, and put the sticky note on the fridge. Heidi tosses me my keys from the counter and then we head out the front door. After a second of discussion, we decide to put the top up because it had gotten a little chillier and we didn’t want to get our hair messed up. We get in the car and drive to Lucas’s house.
We get there and it is already jammed pack with cars, making it hard finding a parking spot. We ended up having to park a block away. We get out and walk over to Lucas’s house. We walk in and are quickly engulfed in the crowd of teens. Lucas’s house was bigger than mine, which is huge, so it could hold a lot of people.
“Look there’s Lucas. I’m going to go say hi,” Heidi says, and then is gone. As soon as she left a pair of arms slipped around my shoulders.
“So Sadie, you still single?” I looked up and see Connor with a beer in his hand.
“I am, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to go somewhere and make out with you.” I tell him, smiling a bit. Connor was cute, but he was also one of the guys who, when drunk, tries to get together with anyone.
“Come on, just a little kiss,” he said, closing his eyes and started leaning down to kiss me. I take this as my opportunity to escape. I duck and twisted out of his arm.
“Maybe another time,” I told him as I quickly slip into the crowd. I went to the kitchen to grab something to drink. At parties I usually don’t drink much. I’m one of the girls who doesn’t mind being the designated driver. If someone doesn’t have a ride they usually ask me to drive them home. I only drink a few alcoholic drinks because really, who actually buys soda for these kinds of parties?
“Sadie! Hey!” I hear my name and turn around to see my best guy friend Ethan, with his blond hair and brown eyes. I smile and walk over to him.
“Hey Eth. What’s up?” I asked. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards a bunch of sweaty teens that are dancing.
“You should dance with me. I want to dance, but don’t want to ask anyone else,” he says. Even though Ethan was popular, he was shy. Though once you got to know him, you can’t get him to stop talking. But, it was okay since he was funny.
I giggle. “Sure.” and we start dancing appropriately, since we were friends. It would be awkward for both of us if we were grinding up on each other like everyone else. As we were dancing, people did grind up on us, but we ignored them and have fun.
After a few hours of dancing, chatting with Ethan, him getting wasted and me laughing at how stupid he was, I had to go to the bathroom. I left Ethan with Lucas and Heidi who were just as drunk. I went to the bathroom that was upstairs because the one downstairs was occupied by someone puking their guts out.
I open the door to the bathroom, but instead of finding a toilet, I found a boy. He wasn’t necessarily nerdy looking, but he wore some pretty boring looking clothes, and wore glasses. He was sitting on his bed, strumming a guitar. When I walked in he looked up at me.
“Sorry. I must have opened the wrong door. I was looking for the bathroom.” I say a little caught off guard.
“Down the hall, and second door on your right,” he said, sounding kind of annoyed about being interrupted while he was playing. After a second of looking at him, I realize that he was Lucas’s twin brother. He’s the nerdy and not as popular one.
“Thanks,” I say as I leave his room, shutting the door behind me. As I find my way to the bathroom, I smile to myself, realizing I just found my next victim for The It Project.