The first week of school flew by. On Friday all the cheerleaders were talking excitedly about the party Donny Manchester, a football player, was throwing on Friday. Celia and I decided to get ready at my house, because my mom was pretty cool with is going to parties as long as we, and I quote, "Didn't get arrested, high, or pregnant and kept the stupid decisions to a minimum."
In the middle of applying makeup, I noticed a frown puckering Celia's pretty features.
"Ceels what's wrong?" I asked, concerned. She sighed.
"It's just... I heard that Justin's gonna be at the party and I'm not sure if I wanna go anymore," She tells me. I held back a snarl at the mention if Justin, Celia's sleazy, rotten, cheating douchebag ex. I hated that he still had the power to upset my best friend like this.
"Listen Ceels," I say to her, "As your best friend, I would gladly not go to the party, watch sappy romancs movies, eat ice cream from the tub, emotionally cathart, and ugly cry with you. But also because I'm your best friend, it's also my job to tell you that Justin is a pathetic asshole, and letting him make you sad and influence your life like this means letting him win. Don't let that shithead stop you from having a good time, okay?" Celia smiles.
"You know 'cathart' isn't a word, right?" She informs me. "But thanks, L, for reminding me not to let that prick affect my life. You know what? I'm going to go out there and have fun and prove to him, the world, and myself that he can't control me." I grin.
"Yass Cels! Way to go!" I cheer. She giggles.
"Ready to be typical dumbass teens and do things that we eventually regret?" She asks. I laugh wildly.
"You know what I always say," I exclaim. "Life is short, so let's go out there and Carpe all those Diems!" I start blasting I Like It by Cardi B from my phone, and we continue getting ready.
After applying our makeup, Celia keeping it mostly natural but with a winged liner, and me applying a smoky eye and, feeling daring, crimson red lipstick, we put on our respective outfits. Celia looks absolutely stunning in an off the shoulder black bodycon dress that shows off her petite body. I can say in all honesty that if she wasn't my best friend and straight, I'd definitely date her.
AN: this is Celia's dress, but the model is NOT Celia.
Call me conceited, but I also look super hot in my black halter top and gold shorts.
AN: Lilah's outfit
After that, we do our hair, Celia pulling hers into an effortless-looking bun, and me curling mine it's 8:00 and we head out in my dark blue Honda Accord. Celia decides to be designated driver and stay sober, even though I offered to do it, because,
"Even when you don't drink alcohol you still act less responsible than a drunk me."
I would be offended at her words if they weren't so goddamn true.
AN: I know it's a short filler chapter and I'm sorry, I had writer's block. I promise next chapter will be better. What do y'all think is gonna go down at the party?
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Lilah Green. Ask anyone, and they will tell you that she is the cliche gorgeous popular dumb airhead bitch. Dylan Mitchell. Ask anyone, and they will tell you that he is the cliche hot douchebag player. But what if they were both more than their st...