Chapter 3 The party

"I just took a shower." I lied, and that made him frown more.

"Why don't you come out? We are leaving next week. Spend some time with us!" He says, and the way he says it makes me sigh.

"I don't know, Ethan. I have no suitable swimming suit." I say. He rolls his eyes and then shakes his head.

"You bought one yesterday."

"Yes, but that doesn't suit me well."

"Then get a winter coat on. I don't care, but come out."

I sighed again, and I nodded.

"See you in ten minutes," he says, then leaves. I close the door, lean against it, then walk to the mirror again and remove my robe.

My naked body looks back at me. I have loved to eat since I was little. What's more, I loved to eat sweets and cakes the most. Eating those treats satisfied me, and even if that made me fat, knowing that Spencer would never think of me as a woman, I couldn't stop eating them. Sweets and cake were a sort of medicine for me.

I hold my belly while I turn to check my side.

"Gross," I whispered to myself. For a moment, I reminded myself of my classmates. They used this word to describe me often.

My boobs were round and big, but because of my weight, without a bra, they didn't look good.

I shake my head and turn my back to the mirror. "That won't get any better," I say, then move to the wardrobe. I take a shirt and a short skirt out of it, and after a quick shower, I put them on. I put my hair into a bun, and I don't even glance at the mirror to check my outfit before I leave my room.

However, when I get to the garden and the boys notice me, they shout, "Finally! " This makes me feel embarrassed as all the attention lands on me. It makes me feel horrible.

I walk to the table where all the food is and pour a glass of orange juice for myself before I sit on a chair at the table.

The party continued, and I felt better until I realized Carla was looking at me a few times. Her friends surround her, and sometimes she says something to them, which makes them glance at me, and they laugh. I hate them. Honestly, I don't know what Spencer and Ethan like in them. Carla's family was also wealthy, and her family had a few businesses, which my father joined. Sometimes they come for a visit, for dinner, and I have to bear their attitude, as my parents always expect me to attend these occasions.

My thoughts are so far away that I don't realise someone is standing beside me.

"Orange Juice?" Carla stared at me with a broad smile. "If I were you, I would be careful with that. Sugar from fruit makes you fat as well."

I make a face.

"Do you know how many calories are in that glass of champagne you hold?"

She giggles.

"Even if I drink a whole bottle, I won't be half your size." She smiles again, and she leaves me. She sits down on the side of the pool, staring at Spencer seductively, and I hate to see Spencer smile at her.

"Your favourite cake!" I jump when I see a small plate with a slice of cake, which Ethan holds close to my face.

"You scared me!" I say, but he laughs. "Eat it, Cora. That will make you smile. And later, if you want a little vodka in your orange juice, I guarantee that will remain our secret." He whispers, but I look at him and shake my head.

"I am only sixteen, Ethan. If mum and dad find out, they will kick you in the as*."

"I didn't say to get drunk. In that case, I would be the one to kick you in the as*; I am only saying that a little vodka could help you relax and enjoy the party."

I sigh and shake my head while I take the plate from him, and I take a bite of the cake. I lay my head back and smiled. "This is delicious. Who needs alcohol when I have a cake like this?" The cake was made by the most famous bakery in Los Angeles, especially for the twins' party. How could that be bad?

As the alcohol disappears from the table, the party gets even wilder. The music is louder, and the girls in bikinis start to dance. They try to be sexy, and apparently, the boys are watching them in excitement. I see one of my classmates holding a girl's hand and disappearing inside the house.

Mum and Dad are off for a holiday. I know they only booked that route to be away so the boys can enjoy their leaving party undisturbed.

I feel tired. I checked the time, and it was still only nine o'clock. I want to leave, but I'm worried. Carla is always around Spencer, and I don't dare to leave him here with her. She is so seductive, and Spencer is a man now. I couldn't take that to find him in a room in the morning with that wh*re next to him.

I try to stay up and get a coffee when I notice what they are doing. Ethan and Spencer are competing in a drinking competition. The winner is the one who can drink three shots quicker. Ethan wins, and everyone applauds him.

They soon start to dance, and I see Spencer is under the effects of the alcohol. He says he will return in a minute and goes to the bathroom. I see he can't stand straight. No one goes with him, so I run after him.

I hear him flashing the toilet when I get to the door, but he doesn't come out.

"Spencer!" I call him; then I knock on the door. "Spencer!" I called him again and entered the bathroom because he didn't answer. I find him washing his face, which makes me relaxed. After he opened his eyes, he noticed me standing there. He smiles widely, and he is staring at my body for a moment. He turns to face me, and with one movement, he pulls me in and hugs me from behind. We look into each other's eyes in the mirror.

"Look at yourself, how beautiful you are."

I frown, and my heart starts to pound faster. He strongly smells of alcohol, but this time, it doesn't disturb me.

"Spencer, don't say that."

"I am serious. You bought that nice swimming dress, and you wear this instead." He touched the hem of my shirt, unwittingly tracing the soft skin on my belly. That made me feel butterflies in my stomach.