Saturday night and I have absolutely nothing to do, nothing. I’m seriously beginning to think that I am a loser and that maybe I have been my whole life.
Clarissa called me about a party her and Abby were going to. She said our friends John, Dahlia, Brendan, Jessica, and Fiona would be going. Honestly, I am a big party person. I mean, who could blow off such an exciting thing?
But guess who did? Me. It’s all because I can’t find my stupid cell phone. However, I had given Rissa my home phone which is how she was able to reach me.
Maybe I should go anyway; just for the heck of it. I could always borrow someone else’s phone if I need to. Yeah, I will just do that.
“Dad, I’m going out tonight!” I called down the staircase.
“Where?” he asked.
“To hang out with some friends I made at Wilmslow.”
“Okay. Will you be staying there, or…?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll call you.”
“Alright, have fun. I’m doing night shift tonight, so I won’t be home. You know how to reach me.”
“Yep, I do. Love you, dad!”
“Love you too. Bye, sweetie.”
Phew, that was easy. And no, I did not press the easy button. That commercial got pretty annoying after a while. I don’t know, maybe it was just me. That could always be a possibility.
After I finished my short-lived chat with my dad, I went back to my room.
Now it was time to figure out my outfit for this party. I shuffled through multiple options in my closet and just couldn’t seem to find the one. This is much more difficult than I would have anticipated.
Finally, I decided upon something [outfit on the side] that I was pleased with. Now I just have to get my makeup and hair done. For makeup I just kept it simple. The only things I put on were mascara, winged eyeliner, nude lip gloss, and grey/silver eye shadow. My hair was left to be straight with just a headband angled in it. One last glance at my reflection in the mirror, and I was ready to go.
Good thing my dad was working nightshift, otherwise I probably wouldn’t be leaving the house like this. Again, I’m not trying to sound conceited, but I looked hot.
I was even giving off a bad girl vibe with the leather jacket adorning my upper body accompanied by a tight-fitting top half of strapless dress. Well, I’ll just say this: I look pretty damn good for being what I consider a loser.
As I walked out the front door to my car, I reached in my back pocket to get my phone out and send a quick text to Rissa telling her I changed my mind and that I was on my way, but then I remembered how I had lost my phone on Monday and hadn’t seen it since then.
Ugh! I could scream from everything that’s happened to me in only my first week at Wilmslow.
It all started with that Harry lad. He scared the pee out of me in the parking lot on the first day, then he made me sit with his mates at lunch and people won’t stop bugging me with questions as to why he would have done that.
In all honesty, I don’t have the slightest clue; it just happened. That’s what I told them all, but they still haven’t given up on their interest in the whole situation. It’s starting to give me a bad feeling about these five lads. I mean, what am I supposed to think after all that and how they presented themselves? That in itself was off kilter.
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[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] Copyright © 2014, ForeverDreamingx™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyr...