Chapter one
hundred and thirteen:
Becky found herself
standing in the doorway to her closet with her hands planted firmly on her
hips. She had absolutely nothing to wear. At least nothing that would be
appropriate to wear out on a date with Zac. She barely knew where they were
going, she just knew they were supposedly going somewhere nice.
Becky pushed
open the door to Jenna’s closet, and surveyed the dresses in there.
Jenna didn’t
have anything either. She began pulling various dresses out of the closet that
might work, but found nothing worth wearing.
“Damn it!” Becky
cursed out loud. She glanced at the alarm clock between her bed and Jen’s. She
didn’t even have time to go out any buy a new dress. She still had to do
something with her hair and put some make up on.
“What the hell
are you doing?” Christy asked, standing in the door
way with her arms crossed.
“You’re here!
You have to help me. Zac is taking me out tonight, and I need a dress to wear!”
Becky cried excitedly.
“God,
why didn’t you come to me in the first place? Of course I have something to wear.”
Becky dropped
the dress she was holding and followed Christy into her room.
Christy pushed
open the doors to reveal a closet which was overflowing with clothes and
dresses.
Overwhelmed,
Becky sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Okay, where is
he taking you again?” Christy asked, sifting through the clothes.
“I have no idea.
He just said formal and fancy.” Becky shrugged.
“Okay… might I
suggest black? Then we can add a punch of color with… maybe shoes or a great
necklace?”
“That sounds
alright.” Becky nodded.
“Great.” Christy
pulled out a dress. “How about this?” She held up a
short strapless dress.
Becky drew in a
deep breath. “I… I don’t think I have the boobs to hold that up…”
“Alright…
how about this?”
Christy dug out another black dress which was tight at the top, but flared
significantly at the bottom.
“I think that’s
more of a cocktail dress… You know for parties and stuff…”
“True.” Christy
sighed. “This would be a lot easier if we knew where he was taking you. Can you
call him and ask?”
“I tried
earlier, but he didn’t even know where we were going…”
“That’s
helpful.” Christy drew in a deep breath, “Okay. I’ll keep looking.”
Jenna came into
the room and dramatically flopped onto the bed on her back. “Long distance
relationships suck!”
“Did Luke get on
his flight alright?” Becky asked, turning her attention to Jenna.
“Yeah…. I know
I’m going to see him in two weeks, it just sucks. I just wish he didn’t have to
leave.”
“Then if it’s
hard, why don’t you go out with someone else? Someone who’s always around?
Someone who you spend a lot of time with? Someone who clearly
likes you?” Christy asked. “Maybe someone like
Jenna sat up
straight. “But I don’t like
“It’s just a
suggestion.” Christy shrugged, still busily searching through the racks for
dresses.
“I’m so sick of
that suggestion.” Jenna shouted. “I’m tired of being pushed towards
“I’m not pushing
you towards anyone, I’m just making a comment.”
“Well, don’t
comment!” Jenna shouted. “My boyfriend just left! I don’t need you commenting
on every little aspect of my life when I already feel like crap.”
“Guys! Guys, calm down, okay?” Becky
interrupted. “Don’t yell at each other.”
“I’m not
yelling.” Christy removed a bright red halter-top dress from the closet,
holding it against her body.
“Fuck you, okay?
You’re such a bitch!” Jenna shouted back, storming from the room just as the
body guard appeared in the doorway.
“What’s going on
up here?”
“Nothing.” Christy smiled sweetly.
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