It's Saturday, the day of my date with the most popular guy in school. Why am I getting so nervous? We have the same status. If we were to go steady, we would be the ideal "It" couple. "just stop over thinking" I whisper to myself.
I'm staring at myself in my bathroom mirror, trying to decide how to style my hair and make-up.
I decide to straighten my hair. My long, golden brown locks fall right above my butt. My side bangs are put into a small braid and pulled back by a bobby pin. I sit down to start my "natural" make-up look, when i realize I haven't picked out my outfit. I race to my walk in closet, flipping the light switch as I enter.
I decide on a strapless coral dress. It's tight until half way down my abdomen, when it flares out. I wear silver, open toed, strappy heels because the dress comes to about mid thigh.
I go back to my make-up when I notice that it's already 6:30. He's coming at 7:00! I contour my cheekbones and I do a thin line of eyelines, taking me all of 20 minutes.
I'm searching for my silver diamond necklace and earring set when I hear the doorbell ring. My heart begins to beat extremely fast, like it was going to come out of my chest. Why was this happening to me? I am Britanny Martow. The Britanny Martow. I don't get nervous. What the hell is different this time?
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Is He Perfect?Teen Fiction
he's the jock and she's the cheerleader. you think you know the story, think again. Britanny and Ty haven't ever spoken, that is until he asks her to dinner. she never saw herself with him. but after that date, everything changed.