Blame it on our Fates

t h i r t y t w o

Apparently they had already made plans about the evening. They were all going to crash at ours' tonight and play games and have a sort of a good time. Almost like a party. I didn't know it until Hailey had called me a few minutes ago to inform me that everyone including Nolan will be here by six.

Speaking of which, I had gone from liking Nolan to despising his complete asshole self in less than six hours. Amazing right? Before I went to sleep or deep slumber, my last thought was Nolan and the first thought when I woke up was Nolan. I wasn't exactly happy about the fact.

Mark didn't really want all of them to be here, especially Nolan.

He was still angry at him. But with the girls who's to argue.

Long story short everyone's going to be here in around two hours.

Yippee. Fun times right? I thought sarcastically

"But we can cancel it all right?" I asked hopefully ignoring all the nonsense she had to say about my first kiss.

"We can't Cady. See the thing is we really ship you both. And we are doing everything in our powers to realize how big idiots you are being. Both of you. I can't let my ship sink here," She muttered.

"You are not in a sea. Why would your ship sink?" I asked, ridiculed by her statements.

"For being a smartass you are very dumb," Said Hailey and I imagined her shaking her head at me.

"Let's come back to topic. Can we please cancel this shit?" I asked exasperation clear in my voice.

"Wow, Cady! You swore! I am really fond of this new Cadence to be honest," She said and then continued, "And FYI we aren't cancelling this at any cost."

"Ugh!" I groaned and hung up on her.

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And then it was the moment everyone started arriving. Yes by everyone I meant everyone including Nolan as much as I didn't want him to. Amazing how life never makes things go your way right? Ever.

Hailey had texted me an hour ago with a threat that said, 'If you don't wear a dress, I will show everyone the video that I had taken in fourth grade where you were dancing on a Channing Tatum Step Up song.'

It was a video like Hailey mentioned, a Channing Tatum Step Up song, where my braced and spectacled ten year old self dances horribly. By horribly I meant terribly horrible. It was a video I wanted to burn to the ground with every fibre in my being. It was embarrassing and humiliating, that video. I never wanted anyone to watch it. But of course to my luck Nick had already watched it once. He had even teased me about it. I couldn't do anything but listen to how much crazy I looked while dancing.

So like you can all imagine my horrors, I didn't really want anyone to see that tape. And that's how I ended up wearing a plain black dress with a golden belt on my waist that was gifted to me by my mother last year on my birthday/Christmas. It was plain really and reached my mid-thighs. I accessorized it with some cute black fancy hoop earrings and a simple golden necklace to match my golden belt, that had a small golden bar and a diamond studded on it. It was simple yet breathtaking. I didn't know if all of that would ever suit me but of course I didn't have any choice, thanks to Hailey. My hair that was generally wild and warily messy were tamed slightly and waved a little at the ends. I was wearing it down.

Wearing some plain black flats that ad some wiry strings around my ankle, I quickly applied my pomegranate flavoured organic harvest lip balm.

While applying the lip balm, my fingers glided over my lips and I sighed. The kiss was still playing in my mind, every second, every moment. I couldn't get it out of my head. The way our lips moulded together like feathers fit perfectly along the duck, like a kid glove, like a finger stuck in mud, that's how perfectly our lips fitted, as cliché as it sounds. Another sigh left my lips. The things Nolan did to me.