Caught in the Middle

Chapter 2: Part 1

"Your going on a date with Finn Walker and this is what your going to wear?!" Soph whines, face scrunching up looking very unimpressed. I roll my eyes at her. Won't she listen?
"Sophia. Listen. To. Me. This is not a date!" I have to repeat myself again... its clearly not sinking into her already made up mind. I've lost count of how many times I've literally explained this to her... and it's beginning to become tiresome... She continues to ravage through my closet, throwing tops, skirts, shorts, jeans like she owned my closet! My bed and floor were littered, turning my room into complete chaos. Her scavenge only stops when she spots something... something her eyes seem to gleam and sparkle at... holding it out like it were the Holy Grail of all things, pulling it out slowly as though it were fragile and delicate... then suprising me when she suddenly pins it to my chest.
"Ahhhh..." she breaths. "This is it." And why does it look as though she could cry? "This is what you should wear. This is it!" She huffs a short laugh.
Its a dress. It's a pretty dress. One that my mum had bought for me when I had visited my grandma a while ago for her 70th birthday... around four months ago. Four months too long. I love her and even though she could inundate you with her own opinions of what's wrong with the youth and the rest of society in general these days, she had a love for us like none other could ever else replace. But she did live on the other side of the states, making it harder for us to visit. My mother, brother and I had moved away only when my mother's relationship with her partner began to take on a different turn. Something she never liked to discuss... but either way, we moved as far away as we could, because that were where things couldnt get complicated. That's what would happen... things would get complicated... when she were with him. She did need a fresh start. A safe start. That were three and a half years ago. My attention draws back to Soph, whose now scavanging through my draws for what I would assume she would be searching for makeup. I glance at my dress.
"Soph. Isn't this too much? I feel way way over dressed. This isn't what I usually wear. Im literally stepping out of my comfort zone here. Especially that after this... whole meet up thing... Ive got school."
"It's not overdressing Gabs! Your seeing it all wrong. Your just accentuating some features that never get to be accentuated." She snickers. I raise a brow at her.
"Is it my butt? Are you talking about my butt?" I scoff, suprised. She covers her mouth, chuckling.
"Come on. Do this for me?"
I cringe at her.
"No way. What makes you think I would do any of this for you?"
"I don't know... Maybe because your my friend, and you wouldn't want me suffering watching as you potentially miss out on dating Finn Walker... besides I want juicy Finn and Gab gossip. Do it for Tess and I, come on." She snickers again.
I laugh dryly.
"Yep. And that's why I'm not doing it." I say throwing my dress aside onto my bed. "I'm not wearing it!" I exclaim flailing my hands in the air, annoyed.
At that exact same moment, Isaac barges into my room throwing the door open.
"I heard your going out with Finn?!" He huffs, his face contorted with shock. I stare back at him, horrified and confused. Where the hell had he even heard that?!
"W-wha-"
"Yes she is. Their meeting up today." Sophia claims proudly. Isaac's face instantly drops.
"But you can't." He squeals.
"W-wha-"
"Don't listen to him." Sophia hisses my way, thinking she could buffer any doubts in my head. I glance her way baffled, then dart my eyes back and forth between the two.
"Gabs! His clearly only doing this to get information out of you... about Bailey and I." He says snarkingly. "You do realise that, right?" And he says it so condescendingly I immediately find my lips pursing with annoyance. He thinks I'm not good enough for Finn, hmmm? "You can't. He is only going to break your prescious little heart. That's just what jocks do." He says with the most annoying aggrogant smug smile ever. I feel a spike of anger coarsing through me, a rush of heat rising to my cheek.
My nostrils flare at him in anger. I snatch my dress back off my bed and begin to stalk toward the hall, then toward the bathroom to get changed, glaring at Isaac as I push past. I literally dont know what Im doing, but the anger is clearly clouding my mind. I can hear Soph as she cheers excitedly and just loud enough for me to hear from down the hall and across from the bathroom.
Isaac meanwhile stalks closely behind until I lock him out from inside the bathroom.
"Gabs, you are making a huge mistake. Your being an idiot."
"Making a mistake?! Your the dumb idoit dating Troy's girlfriend! And letting me take the fall! So if anything, Im doing this for you big bro! It'll be my payback!" I snap at him, shoving my dress on, hoping I hadnt ripped it.
I hear the pitter patter of Soph's feet as it approaches the door.
"Gabs... let me do your make up." She pleads from the other side.
"No."
"Why not?" She whines.
"Because Soph... I'm not going to let you smoother me with enough makeup to make me look like a hooker, ok?" I whine frustratedly. Then I almost immediately sigh heavily, realising I had been too hursh. Most probably hurt her feelings too... "Sorry, Soph. I just meant... could I just please do this on my own? Please?"
She doesnt respond, but I hear as her footsteps make their way back to my room. I start drawing on my subtle lipstick. Subtle. I'm not going to let this turn into a big deal. Everything should be ok, right? I breath in letting my racing heart slow. Because... what will Finn think? Or rather, what would he think of me?