33 Days Before Prom

32 Days Before Prom

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It was strange, really, seeing Jonah Brinley eat lunch with Michelle Stevens. They had always been quite a close duo, but I had never pictured them within such a romantic atmosphere, so the whole promposal thing still appeared to be rather fishy, honestly. Seeing them all lovey-dovey like this... I thought it looked forced.

Cady was right, Michelle was not for him. (But neither was Cady! Even after his glo-up, to me, he was still an icky one. She was too good for that then-loser.)

The whole glo-up scheme also looked fishy, really. It was somewhat unsettling to see how abnormally good-looking the guy had grown to be over the past couple of months—or was it actually a gradual transformation throughout the years, and that I was just inattentive?

Maybe the key hid in the hair; he bleached his hair a few weeks ago, making him the immediate limelight favorite the moment he stepped into school with his new locks. And I was sure, a hundred percent—no, make that a thousand—that he had never been one to have such a nicely built figure. And I could've sworn his jawline did not look that sharp during our freshman years...

I did not mean to stare, but it just so happened that they decided to take the seat just across ours—it was only a matter of minutes before Jonah's eyes would probably meet mine... which would be fine, of course, he would not hold any strange suspicions towards me. But Cady might. Oh, she and her unlimited speculation techniques!

Good thing she had not realized that her most-dreaded couple was seated just behind her back, and I wasn't planning to let her know. All hell would break loose, and my thumping headache would not allow that.

She was never going to know anyway, unless big-mouthed Vivian beside me finally noticed what I had been spying on the entire time...

"Oh my God, Cady, what the hell. Is that Jonah? With Michelle Stevens?"

Ha. About time.

I saw Cady stiffen. She put her spoon down. "Where?"

"Is he going out with Michelle now?" Vivian retorted.

"Tone it down a bit," I hissed at her.

I knew she meant it as a whisper, but, in all honesty, she was probably the biggest big-mouth known to mankind, both literally and metaphorically. Her voice was just naturally loud, she always said.

Cady and I had grown to accept her apparent 'genetic' inability to share secrets through an understandably low volume, but times like this were critical.

"He's taking her to prom," Cady mumbled halfheartedly.

I almost rolled my eyes. This was social suicide, and Cady was undoubtedly aware too. I knew she knew Vivian was going to explode, and not even our pretty faces could make up for the embarrassment to arrive in three, two...

"What the hell?!"

And of course, being the genius girl squad we were, we kept our eyes focused on Jonah and Michelle, especially Cady, despite the fact that she had to turn her head, making the entire picture even more obvious. Geniuses, really.

Frankly speaking, we had zero acting skills.

I had always thought that we were the coolest, most popular girl group at school, and for multiple reasons I thought right, but, honestly, movie stereotype comparisons disappointed me a little. Weren't we supposed to be like the Plastics? We even had our own Cady. But where did our supposedly awesome people-manipulating skill go? All this time I thought I were Regina George, perhaps reality decided I should just play Gretchen. After all, our trio did lack one other member—she would've been our long-lost Regina.