Sealed With A Diss.

Chapter 22

|Chapter 22|

"Um. It's Friday. Friday, Ashlynn."

"Oh dear god."

"I know."

"I don't know what to do with this. I can't do this. Everything is gonna go wrong. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but I know something awful is gonna happen. Perhaps I fall off a seat? Or I just slip and land on my ass. All I know is that I'm going to die tragically of mortification after I horribly embarrass myself in a series of events that only I can pull off with the utmost clumsiness. This is—" I rant, going on and on.

"Calm yourself." Harper rolls her eyes, and I run a hand through my pony tail.

"Oh, yeah," I laugh nervously, "Says the girl who basically had a panic attack yesterday before her date."

"But the dates still not for three hours!" Harper chastises, continuing to flip through her magazine.

I gape at her, "Three hours is not a long time! That's barely anything!"

Harper laughs easily, rolling over on my bed. We're in my room. Harper is currently lounging about, and I'm pacing a hole into the floor.

"Do you know where you're going?" Harper asks me, propping her head up on her elbow.

"No! Not a clue!" I groan, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I don't even know what to wear!"

"Garbage bag," Spencer chuckles. I spin around to find him leaning against my doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Shut up, Spencer! I don't have time for this!" I shout, throwing a rumpled up t-shirt at his head. He ducks, looking at me like I'm insane.

"Woah, Ashlynn. What's got you so crazy?" Spencer asks, coming into the room.

I snort, "I am most certainty not crazy!"

Spencer looks over at Harper who doesn't even bother to look up from her magazine, "She's got a date."

Time stops.

Harper doesn't realize what she's just said until she's said it. She looks around in a horror, hoping that it was just an imagination. I let out a groan, banging my head against the wall.

"What do you mean, 'a date'?" Spencer questions, storming inside even further and putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Why Harper? Why?" I complain, rubbing my forehead.

"I'm sorry!" She squeaks.

"You know he's a Neanderthal," I glare at her.

"What the hell do you mean, date?" Spencer exclaims, basically losing it.

I sigh, "It's just a date."

"Just a date? Oh, just a date," Spencer jokes, "It's never just a date!"

"Calm down," I tell him, pushing on his shoulder.

"Who is this supposed 'date' even with?" Spencer says condescendingly.

"Liam!" I say, sitting down on the bed.

"Liam?" Spencer echo's.

"Liam Daniels."

"Oh no, no no no!" Spencer shakes his finger in my face, "I am not letting you go on a date with that guy!"

"Why? He doesn't even have a reputation of a player! He's only dated three girls, and they've all been serious, not flings. He's a good guy!" I defend, crossing my arms.