favor?”
“You’re asking the girl dressed as a crazy prom queen for fashion advice? Really?”
“Yes, I believe that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“Fine, I’ll help, but considering how hot you look in that dress, I’m not really seeing the problem here.”
“It’s not about the dress. It’s about what one wears with a dress like this.”
“Please tell me you’re talking about shoes.” I plead, desperate to ignore the visual of her in her bra and panties that enters my mind when she asks.
“What else would I be talking about?”
“Nothing. Never mind. Come on, I think I still have those heels you bought me for Grandpas funeral.” I stand, slipping my hand in hers and pulling her from her room into mine, breaking away long enough to rifle through my closet, finding what I’m after and handing them over.
“You’re a lifesaver.”
“I know, but I’m also an advice giver. If you and Nick are getting serious enough to move from normal clothes to formalwear, you might want to look into going shopping for more shoes than just those broken down runners you own and the ugly black flats you insist on wearing to work. My feet are still growing, which means you won’t be able to raid my shoes for much longer.”
“I’ll take it under advisement.”
“So where’s he taking you tonight?”
“Dinner and dancing.”
“That explains the dress then. Can I give you a little piece of advice before I go finish my costume and get out of your hair?”
“Shoot.”
“When he gets one look at you dressed like that, he’s going to start thinking with his other head, so if you’re gonna go all the way, make sure you’re protected.”
Ducking out of dodge before she has the chance to catch me, laughing all the way down the hall straight into the safety of the bathroom and its locked door, I focus my attention to the blood packets on the counter and doing exactly what I told my mom I was going to do.
Finish getting ready, but more importantly, getting this whole thing over with.
Halloween dance, here I come.
Chapter Ten
Christian
When I get my hands on Johnny Davenport, I’m gonna kill him.
I may not have had the balls to tell Marissa I couldn’t go the dance with her, but showing up with someone and dancing with them a few times, does not an actual date make. I would do everything in my power to make sure she had a good time, but when I left tonight, I fully planned on doing it with Emery.
The reason I’m even wearing this stupid suit that’s ripped and shredded in all of the right places. Why I took it one step further when I bought the used suit and put a tie through the same trauma.
All for her.
I honestly can’t believe I did such a good job with it.
So if the costume turned out perfect, what the hell’s the problem?
Well, that’s easy. The girl that should be here to see the effort I made and the one I need to pull aside and actually talk to, even though she’s been doing everything in her power to avoid me, is nowhere to be found.
Emery is not here.
Trust me, I’ve checked. I even bailed on the gym and went down every hall I could before I was hit up by a teacher and sent back. There was no sign of her.
So all of this work was for nothing, which means Jonah was right all along. Johnny got one over on me. He played me for a chump.
I tried to get past this girl and the way she makes me feel. When she came back to school after having those two days off, I’d kept my distance, and when she made no effort to approach me or talk after what happened at her spot, I’d accepted it even though I hated every second.
For days I spent lunch alone, until Jonah had enough of it and harassed me until I was hanging with him and the other guys on the soccer team. The entire time pretending to give a crap about what they were talking about while missing Emery and the way it felt being in the music room with her creating something that mattered.
I did everything humanly
“You’re asking the girl dressed as a crazy prom queen for fashion advice? Really?”
“Yes, I believe that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“Fine, I’ll help, but considering how hot you look in that dress, I’m not really seeing the problem here.”
“It’s not about the dress. It’s about what one wears with a dress like this.”
“Please tell me you’re talking about shoes.” I plead, desperate to ignore the visual of her in her bra and panties that enters my mind when she asks.
“What else would I be talking about?”
“Nothing. Never mind. Come on, I think I still have those heels you bought me for Grandpas funeral.” I stand, slipping my hand in hers and pulling her from her room into mine, breaking away long enough to rifle through my closet, finding what I’m after and handing them over.
“You’re a lifesaver.”
“I know, but I’m also an advice giver. If you and Nick are getting serious enough to move from normal clothes to formalwear, you might want to look into going shopping for more shoes than just those broken down runners you own and the ugly black flats you insist on wearing to work. My feet are still growing, which means you won’t be able to raid my shoes for much longer.”
“I’ll take it under advisement.”
“So where’s he taking you tonight?”
“Dinner and dancing.”
“That explains the dress then. Can I give you a little piece of advice before I go finish my costume and get out of your hair?”
“Shoot.”
“When he gets one look at you dressed like that, he’s going to start thinking with his other head, so if you’re gonna go all the way, make sure you’re protected.”
Ducking out of dodge before she has the chance to catch me, laughing all the way down the hall straight into the safety of the bathroom and its locked door, I focus my attention to the blood packets on the counter and doing exactly what I told my mom I was going to do.
Finish getting ready, but more importantly, getting this whole thing over with.
Halloween dance, here I come.
Chapter Ten
Christian
When I get my hands on Johnny Davenport, I’m gonna kill him.
I may not have had the balls to tell Marissa I couldn’t go the dance with her, but showing up with someone and dancing with them a few times, does not an actual date make. I would do everything in my power to make sure she had a good time, but when I left tonight, I fully planned on doing it with Emery.
The reason I’m even wearing this stupid suit that’s ripped and shredded in all of the right places. Why I took it one step further when I bought the used suit and put a tie through the same trauma.
All for her.
I honestly can’t believe I did such a good job with it.
So if the costume turned out perfect, what the hell’s the problem?
Well, that’s easy. The girl that should be here to see the effort I made and the one I need to pull aside and actually talk to, even though she’s been doing everything in her power to avoid me, is nowhere to be found.
Emery is not here.
Trust me, I’ve checked. I even bailed on the gym and went down every hall I could before I was hit up by a teacher and sent back. There was no sign of her.
So all of this work was for nothing, which means Jonah was right all along. Johnny got one over on me. He played me for a chump.
I tried to get past this girl and the way she makes me feel. When she came back to school after having those two days off, I’d kept my distance, and when she made no effort to approach me or talk after what happened at her spot, I’d accepted it even though I hated every second.
For days I spent lunch alone, until Jonah had enough of it and harassed me until I was hanging with him and the other guys on the soccer team. The entire time pretending to give a crap about what they were talking about while missing Emery and the way it felt being in the music room with her creating something that mattered.
I did everything humanly
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