Chapter Thirteen

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Hopefully, Zoey’s party wasn’t as big of a bust as shopping with her. It was terrible—well Jenna loved it of course, but for me it was horrible. Spending hours with girls that all they did was talk about other girls.  Then when we went looking for clothes it wasn’t even like they really had anything in mind besides easy to find slutty clothing. But finding a dress that stopped before your knees was too hard to find nowadays—right?

                    I sigh as I appraise myself in the mirror—I looked like a total smut. This isn’t you Fallon, you just shouldn’t go. Somewhere in my brain warned. I rolled my eyes, and tried to pull the stiff dress down to my knees to no avail. It was a cerulean blue, with a sparkling silver belt in the middle. I had on fishnets and heavy matching eye shadow. I crimped my hair again just to make sure it looked right, and put on a heavy amount of lip gloss. I turn and look at my butt—which had seemed to double considering Zoey would not buy me anything that didn’t give me a shape, and with these whopping embarrassing butt-pads, I think it gave me a curvier looking figure. Hopefully no one goes for the butt…because that would be embarrassing.

                    I reminded myself not to drink the punch repeatedly, and to keep my cup close by just incase I needed I drink from the faucet.  I ran to my room to grab my sharpie, so when I got there I could write my name on my cup. I bet there’d be red cups—Solo, to be exact.

                    After all my primping, Kathy, Zoey’s friend she sent to get me, is outside in her Range Rover, beeping the horn loudly. I clamber down the hall clumsily in the killer heels Zoey bought me, and leave without saying a word to my Dad. 

                    I climb in her car which smells like expensive perfume.

                    “Hey,” I whisper, buckling my seatbelt.

                    She gives me an annoyed glance, her shoulders pent up. She turns on the radio, and relaxes, backing out of the driveway. “I love this song!” Kathy piped, turning up the radio.

                    “…So here’s my number, so call me maybe!” she sang.

                    I feel myself dull on the inside my party mood ebbing away slowly.

                    We pull up to Zoey’s house—which is immaculate. The house is literally vibrating with music, golden light from the inside floods the front lawn, which is an emerald green. The whole front of the house is glass, the rest beige stones and classic tope siding. She even had a white picket fence. This whole street was white picket fenced, with Porches and Range Rovers, Lamborghini’s and all the other cars I’ll never be able to drive in my life parked in peoples’ freshly paved driveways.  

                    “Well are you going to gawk or get out of the car?”

                    I hadn’t realized Kathy had turned off the car. I think she had bitterness towards me because I was the reason one of her friends -Claire, had to leave the table where she had been sitting originally for the whole year.

                    “Oh, sorry,” I mumble, unbuckling my seatbelt and faltering awkwardly out of the car. She looks disgusted by me as she storms away without me to the front door.

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