The only exception.- Trixya

Call me

"Should I ask her about Sharon?" Lasky said.

"No, you're gonna look desperate," I mocked.

"Tracy, darling, I'm desperate," she replied, with a face of suffering.

I just rolled my eyes, and we went to sit down at a table to order.

My morning was quiet, compared to what awaited me at home. Coming to my house, Sam wanted me to tell her all everything about the party, but I was so tired that I fell asleep agreeing to tell her later.

When I woke up, I got ready to go out and buy a dress. I changed on a pink high-waist skirt and a white blouse with shoes of the same color, I left my curls loose putting on a little pink ribbon. I did my makeup and took my bag to wait for Sam and mom in the car. The road was full of questions from both of them, unfortunately, I wasn't in the mood to answer most of them.

We spent most of the day trying to pick out a dress that was fancy and pretty enough for Sam and I didn't really care, but it meant a lot for her that her older sister was helping her pick out a dress.

I left the store for a moment with the excuse of going to the bathroom for a moment, even though it was a terrible excuse, mom seemed to believe me. She seemed almost as tired of me. 

I went to a nearby makeup store and being there for a while I could recognize the Russian blonde trying to pick out an eyeshadow palette. I couldn't help but smile at her looking all nervous like she was trying to get nobody to see her while she tried to figure it out how buying makeup worked. But then, she looked up and her blue eyes met mine, she smirked at me slightly, so I could barely perceive it. I looked away quickly when I felt my cheeks blush and tried to get out as fast as possible. The last thing I wanted was her to talk to me.

I walked as fast as I could back to the dress shop, and I could see that she was coming after me. What the hell did she want? I went into the store, and when I saw that she came in with me, I turned around and finally faced her.

"Are you following me?" I asked angrily.

"Excuse me?" she asked incredulously, but still smiling.

"Stop following me, please," I said clearly, but she just laughed.

"Yes, Barbie. Whatever you ordered," she mocked giving me a bow, took me by the shoulders and gently pulled me away to go to the counter, "Hi, I'm coming for an order in the name of Brianna Needles."

The girl wrote something on the computer and went for the dress. She turned to me and winked while she scanned me from head to toe, which made me blush horribly for some reason. Then, she signed a couple of papers and the girl handed her a blue dress.

"Goodbye Barbie, pretty skirt by the way," she said with a smirk and walked out of the store, making me completely blushed.

I took those thoughts out of my head and headed back to the dressing rooms where Sam and Mom were. I found a dress much earlier than Sam did, mine was pink, long and tight but at the same time it was quite elegant, hers was a cute short pastel yellow.

Back at the house, I kept thinking again about the stupid blonde and our meeting at the mall, why the hell did I blush so much? She was an idiot, I didn't want to see her again... Or I wanted? I thought about her horrible blue eyes and her stupid smile that made me blush. How could a person look this good if her hair was a mess?

I took my phone and on Instagram, tried to find her, however, there was no "Katya Needles" so instead I searched the name of the dress owner who went to look for, I think it was her sister. When I finally found her and I entered her profile, in her last photo as if by magic, I found a comment that said "I love you, kitten". It was from Katya. When I read it, I couldn't help but get a smile on my face. Who would say that a girl as rude as her would be so sweet with her sisters? Finally, I opened her profile, and it was a big disappointment when I realized that she had it private and only 15 people followed her. Obviously, she wasn't going to let me follow her, and it's not like I want to follow her after all.