French Beauty (gxg)

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Giselle POV:

After my lunch with Cara we went back to school.

My classes felt as if they would never end. All I could think about was how Rose was going to go to homecoming with Matt. I'll most likely need to find a date for that as well. Rose was the only one who I wanted to go with but that wasn't an option.

The bell rang dismissing us for the day. I grabbed my bag and headed to my car.

"Elle!" I heard a familiar voice shout.

I turned to see her

"Rose!"

The butterflies in my stomach revived.

"Do you want to hang out until the party? We can get ready together."

I completely forgot about the party.

"Yeah."

"Great." She hopped into the passenger seat of my car as I went the drivers side and climb in.

Like the last time we rode together, she was blasting music again.

"So, how did your lunch date go," she questioned while turning the volume down.

"It was fine."

"Where'd you go?"

"Subway."

"You hate subway," she looked confused.

"It was close to the school and I didn't know where else to go."

"Do you like her?"

"Cara? She's fine. Super nice. I can see us becoming great friends."

"Not as a great as us, right?"

"Don't be silly. No one can take your spot. You're irreplaceable."

She smiled and looked out of the window.

"I want to meet her," she said.
"I'll introduce you. She's supposed to be at the party," I replied, glancing quickly over to her to see her already looking at me.
A few minutes later we were pulling into my driveway.

"What are you going to wear," she asked me as we stepped into my room.

Jumping onto my bed, I laid there and looked up at the ceiling.

"I don't know. What are you wearing," I turned to look at her. She was going through my closet and pulled out a red dress. It wasn't spectacular considering that I bought it at a thrift shop, but it was still pretty.

"Maybe this one." She pulled it to her body and looked into my full body mirror on the back of my door.

"Why? Not that you wouldn't rock it because you and I both know you would. But you have gorgeous designer dresses. Why do you wanna wear that?"

She paused and looked at me.

"I... it's pretty. Besides, I'm tired of wearing what people expect me to."

"As in designer clothes? So you came here to what, wear cheap, second hand clothing?"

"It's not like that, Elle. You know that. Don't be like that."

I sighed, she's right. I'm just not in the mood to go to a party and its making me a tad bit cranky.

"Je sais. Je suis désolée."

Translation: "I know. I'm sorry."

She turned to me and smiled.

"You've been practicing your french," she said.