The Unwanted- /re-writing/

Chapter twenty-nine_(29)

And I hung up.

I couldn't take it anymore. That confession and what it did to me--my heart. I couldn't take it, and I foolishly hung up on him. I hated myself afterwards, but I had no freaking idea what to do and I was freaking out! My hands shook as I dropped my phone beside me and my friends stopped eating to give me weird looks.

"What happened? Why did you suddenly stop reprimanding him like you're his mom?" Ada teased and Faith laughed, ice cream lining the corners of her lips as her braces shinned through her laughter.

"Nothing." I replied, grabbing the ice cream and stuffing my mouth with it before they could pester me more. After realizing my intent, they both continued their attack on the pizza and left me to myself.

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  I sat in a bathrobe on a chair in the bathroom, legs crossed and patience wearing thin.

"How long does this thing take?" I whined for about the 100th time in ten minutes and Ada just shushed me, moving about smartly in her maroon dress that had a very revealing back with long sleeves. It fitted her snugly around her waist and then flared out from there downwards. The front was cut short, revealing smooth brown legs that she'd shaved a few minutes earlier and the back was long, sweeping the floor gracefully. Her aunt had dropped off the gown as promised, but it wasn't the gown Ada had been expecting. Her aunt had gone shopping for her, surprising her with the extremely expensive and beautiful dress and I'd watched the emotional scene with tears in my own eyes as Ada exclaimed and hugged her aunt, thanking her over and over again.

But now, the tears in my eyes were replaced with annoyance, or let's say, mascara. I did as I was instructed, sucking in my cheeks for the contour and opening my eyes wide for the grey contact lenses and then again, for the fake lashes. I wanted to cry. It wasn't even prom o!

"Calm down will you? All we need is the setting spray and then you'll slip on your dress and then we're done. I mean, this has to be perfect because its your first and last dinner party!" She lectured like she'd been doing since the past minutes every time I complained and I just rolled my eyes, squinting as she sprayed the setting spray on my face without warning.

"You evil witch!" I squealed, squeezing my eyes shut.

"That's for rolling your eyes at me you dork!" She laughed, spraying more than necessary of the liquid on my face just to annoy me and I laughed, opening my eyes as Faith opened the bathroom door and walked in.

"Your dress is here!" She announced with a grin and I couldn't help but stare at her perfect straight white teeth. She'd taken off her braces for the night and I marvelled at how beautiful her smile was, the whiteness matching her knee length gown that melted beautifully against her dark skin, making her big eyes that now held blue contacts stand out.

Ada had done hers and Faith's makeup and it was flawless; not too heavy with perfect contour lines and little highlights on the cheekbones. They both looked so gorgeous and I wondered how much uglier I would look with all the layers of makeup. Of course Ada had turned my chair so my back was facing the mirror. I wasn't allowed to look at anything until I was all set. Not even the long hair thingy that was attached to my hair after Ada had done something that felt like braids on them. It stood tight on my head, pulling my eyes up and making my cheekbones feel taut and it flowed all the way down my back--at least I knew my actual hair wasn't that long.

"Who brought it?" I asked after snapping out of my admiration. I couldn't help but ask because I knew I had messed up and I wondered how the night would go.

"A junior girl," Faith answered as Ada took the bag from her hands, not letting me see the dress just yet and my heart dropped at her reply.

He said he would bring it himself.

I sighed, standing up and taking off my bathrobe like Ada instructed. I'd forgotten about that thing I couldn't let anyone see because I'd been occupied with disappointment and I just untied the robe and slipped it off my shoulders and I stood there in front of my friends in only panties and a bra.

My scar out there for them to see.

"Oh my God! That looks huge! What happened to you there?!" Faith exclaimed, dainty fingers pointing at my stomach with her eyes wide.

"Its was a stab wound." I sighed. What's the point of hiding it from them again when they already knew everything.