Flowers and Pop Rocks

27

p o p p y

"Okay, sit still or your hair is going to burn off," Angel threatened.

I called her over to help me get ready for Grant's party, and she happily agreed. She enjoyed any excuse to get me all dolled up.

Sadly, she wasn't invited, so I couldn't just talk to her if I was suddenly left alone.

"A, I was barely moving," I argued. All I did was reach for my phone.

"Yeah, sure," she laughed. "I'm almost done fixing your hair, so relax. You can sit still right here for another two minutes just fine."

"Fine," I grumbled, crossing my arms and watching the mirror in front of me to see what she was doing. "Have you seen my dress?"

One of Grant's people came over this morning to drop off a dress for me. It caught me completely off-guard when I saw it because I could just tell that it cost a fortune.

She shook her head. "No, but Grant did ask me about your measurements, so that dress should fit perfectly. I heard the other guys helped pick it out too. I'm sure it looks great."

"I hung it up in my closet, you should look at it. Angel, I think that dress is really expensive," I worried. "My donut fund won't be enough to pay him back."

"It's a gift, Pop," Angel fluffed my hair, spraying it with something. "The thing with gifts is that you don't pay for them."

I rolled my eyes. "I know what a gift is. I just feel bad making him pay for something so expensive."

"He knew what he was getting into," she waved it off. "And besides, that probably didn't even dent his bank account."

It didn't take much more for her to convince me to stop feeling so guilty about the dress Grant gave me, and it didn't take long for me to finish getting ready either.

The gorgeous royal blue dress hugged my body and showed my leg off in all the right ways with the slit on the side.

And that's why you never doubt things like this when Angel helps.

"If Blake doesn't ask you out tonight, someone will," Angel watched me as I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Stop," I warned her. "He'll ask me out if he wants to, and if he doesn't, it's fine."

"I'm not saying he has to. All I'm saying is, if he doesn't, someone's going to notice how pretty you are and make a move," she restated her words. "I mean, Caleb's already made his move with you, what makes you think others won't try?"

I turned around to face her. "Sure, whatever floats your floatie."

After slipping my heels on and checking my bag to make sure I had whatever I needed, I was off.

My mom was fine with me going to the party. She'd known about it for a while, and when she found out whose party it was, she trusted that it would be safe. I just had to make sure I was home by eleven.

"Am I picking you up too?" Angel asked on our way to Grant's house.

"Probably not. I'll just hitch a ride with Lev or Blake," I decided.

A Porsche drove by us, making me realize we were probably close. I mean, what other part of town had such fancy cars?

"Never did I ever think I was ever going to have a reason to be driving in this neighborhood," Angel beamed. "I forget how rich Grant is whenever I see him at school and talk to him."

"I do too," I stared out the window, watching in awe as we passed by all the large houses.

I was happy Grant insisted that I don't bring him a gift because I had no idea what to get him that he didn't already have. I was still probably going to get him something small once I found the time to figure out a gift.