Programed Love

Chapter Twelve: Spiking Suspicions

Chapter 12: Spiking Suspicions

She had arrived later than she wanted too so now there were people all over, staring at her. She also had missed her friends when they got off of the bus, so now they'd see her dress too, but she didn't care, just as long as she got it off ASAP.

So she dashed into the building, catching everyone's eye, and hurriedly darted to the bathroom as fast as the dress would let her.

"Woah! Devanne Nevaeh Lynn!" Raleigh cat called, her and Emmalee appearing by her side, eyes wide.

"No, guys! This isn't funny. I'm not wearing this! None other than my mother picked it out, ok?!" She said, still trying to weave through all of the people to get to the bathroom before her friends caught up to her. She thought she had beat them to it, but somehow they ended up right beside her, yanking her back by her gym bag.

"At least let us check you out first!" Emmalee explained and Devanne finally slowed, coming to a halt and spinning around hastily so they could see.

"You look gergeous though! Why do you want to change?!" Raleigh boomed.

"You're a real panty dropper," Emmalee whispered, earning a swat from Devanne as she erupted into a fit of laughter.

"Because guys, it's a dress, and I despise dresses. You ought to know this," she said and then started to head toward the bathroom again. When she got in there, she was sure her friends had left her alone and went to class, but she stood corrected when her friends blocked the only open stall.

She stood there and crossed her arms, being totally serious. They crossed their arms to mock her and she rolled her eyes, earning look from them. She was mad at them even though the whole situation was hilarious that she wanted to burst out laughing, but didn't, knowing it would ruin her serious cover up. She totally loved her friends right now, no doubt about it.

Someone came out of the next stall and Devanne jumped to get into it before they were able to block it, but she was too late.

"Sorry honey, but you're not changing out of that dress. You look to good to not wear it, and who did your makeup, it looks so good?!"

"My mother, and no it doesn't. It's too much, more than I usually put on, and too much for my liking. I look fake!"

"Well, you want to know what? You're not changing," they said to her one last time before she turned around, defeated. She heard them do their little sisterly jig and followed her out and to her locker.

"How much longer?" They asked and she looked down at her watch.

"0000d 05h 23m 45s," Devanne said, them going crazy.

----------------------------------------------

After a while of just standing there, they all scurried to class.

"Why are you wearing a dress?" Her friend Maddie asked.

"Because I'm meeting him today, and mom picked it out for me but I'm going to change here in a minute," she explained and they nodded understandingly.

She did her work silently and hurried to get it done so she could change, and was relieved when they finished with everything they had to do.

She then asked if she could go to the bathroom, and her teacher willingly let her without protest. She grabbed the hall pass, scurried to her locker to get her bag and then went into the bathroom.

She hastily took the dress off, almost ripping it, and threw on her clothes. Then she stepped out of the stall after putting everything back in her bag, got out her makeup remover wipes and took all the makeup off that her mother had put on her face then got out her own which was only foundation, mascara, and eyeliner, and lastly Chapstick. Then she put her curled hair into a loose ponytail. When she came out, she was a completely new and remade Devanne. Herself.

She put her bag back into her locker, and went back to class. On the way she saw Raleigh through the window, throwing her hands in the air,

"WHY?!" she mouthed.

"I didn't want to wear it!" Devanne mouthed back to her and Raleigh glared at her, Devanne laughed then walked to class.