Rearranged life

Chapter 8- Dinner

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The door burst open as I'm lying down on my bed.

Becky hurries in with a scream.

I bolt up, trying to shield my poor ears from the assault.

"Christ, Becky. What's up?" I ask.

"Brian Collins asked you out to dinner?" She asks me with a funny look.

"Yeah, so?" I reply as I move to lie down again.

"Jeez Nessa, what's going on?" She looks at me in a way I can only describe as awe.

"Going on? Nothing. It's just dinner." I shrug.

"Yeah right. Brian doesn't talk to any girl in school and he stood up for you with Nicole. He even threatened her behind your back then he asks you out to dinner. Fuck Nessa." She drops into the couch in my room.

"Come on, Becky, you're getting ahead of yourself here." I roll my eyes at her.

My door bursts open again before she can reply.

"Gosh, are you sure my door is still gonna be functioning after today?" I sigh.

Tory marches in and glares at me.

Uh oh.

"What?" I ask.

"Just tell me. Did Brian have a surprise birthday party for you yesterday? Was that where you were before you came home?" She asks quietly.

"Yeah, he did. But, I left in the middle of it. Why?" I sigh again.

"Why didn't you tell us? I mean, the word is all over the place that Brian Collins is into my best friend and I'm just hearing it?" She rubs her hand down her face.

"Woah, slow down. He is not into me. He just asked me to dinner because we need to-" I pull myself short and glance at my friends.

"You need to what?" Becky asks.

"We need to......um......talk. Yeah, I need to thank him properly for standing up for me." I rush out.

"That's not a reason to ask someone to dinner. Not with Brian, anyway. He never talks to any girl. He only talks to his group of guys." Tory explains.

"Okay but he is not into me." I say and lean against my bed. Seems like I'm not getting any nap today.

"Babe, do you have what you're going to wear?" Becky asks me.

"No, not yet. Thanks to a certain someone who destroyed my closet."

"You're welcome, baby." Tory says and I groan.

"Wait, you don't have what to wear and it's already 5:10?" Becky reminds me.

"Yeah, I've got time. Brian's text says he'll be here by 7:30 so I can rush into a store and-" I get no further.

"You have his number?!" My best friends scream at the same time, making me look at them like they're idiots.

"Yes, of course. I mean, how else was I supposed to send him my address?"

"Hold up, Brian Collins is coming here?"

"Yes, Tory and you had better not call a thong of bitches to see him. Are we clear?"