Ariella's biggest desire in life has always been such a simple one. She wants to be 'normal.' Unfortunately, that one simple wish has never been within her grasp. Coming from a long line of witches is bad enough, but she's even more different than t...
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Not even a knock on the main door of my floor can stop me from ransacking my closet. "Come in!" I holler, not even bothering to ask who it is.
"Hey, girl! You texted me to come over?" Hazel breezes into my bedroom like she's been here a million times before, with Micah following close behind.
I finally stop slinging the entire contents of my closet around to poke my head out the door. "Thank God you're here! What the heck am I supposed to wear on a date?"
Hazel giggles at my panic-stricken face. "First, you need to take a deep breath. Second, it depends on where you're going."
Following her advice, I suck in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before releasing it slowly. "I'm not sure where we're going."
Making himself right at home, Micah plops onto my bed. "You should ask him. You won't know what to wear if you don't."
I grab my phone from the bedside table and type a quick text to Lawrence. Where are we going tonight? Need to know what to wear.
His response is immediate. Not telling, but we'll be outside. Dress warm, and wear comfortable shoes.
Another text comes through before I even have a chance to put the phone down. Really looking forward to spending my entire evening looking at your beautiful face.
"Awwwww!"
Spinning around, I find Hazel reading over my shoulder with a big cheesy smile on her face.
"That was so sweet," she gushes.
I smirk, thinking that it was actually kind of cheesy, but my phone chimes again before I have the chance to say that.
I need you to send me your address so I can pick you up.
Quickly sending him my address, I glance back at Hazel. "Since you already know his answer, will you help me find something to wear or not?"
She skips off happily into my walk-in closet.
"Thanks for coming. I have no idea what to wear. Judging by how he was dressed the couple of times I've seen him, he's the preppy popular type. I'm not... like, at all."
Micah snorts while flipping through the book he grabbed from my bedside table. "I'm sure he realized that when he first met you. If you haven't noticed, we're kind of the preppy popular group, and you fit in with us just fine. Don't change to fit what you think he wants. Just be yourself."
Realizing he's right, my nerves calm a little, and I shoot him a grateful smile. Micah, Oliver, Hazel, and Emily are the preppy types at school, and they accepted me into their group without hesitation. Maybe Lawrence won't mind my darker style, either.
"Here. This will look cute. It fits your usual style, and it has layers. So, it should be warm enough for you to be outside. Just toss your usual leather jacket over the top, and you'll look great," Hazel says, tossing me a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a black shirt that says "Rock & Roll" across the chest, and a red flannel. She then drops a pair of black Timberlands at my feet.
