My Best Friend's Brother (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Five

I told Jazmyn I was going to formal, just never mentioned who I'd be going with. She drags me to the dress store and I stand in the dressing room with the girliest dress on I'd ever seen. I stick my tongue out at it and changed into one that I really liked.

It was a dress that went to my mid-thigh and was tight. It had a single shoulder and a ribbon around the middle. It was made of satin. The ribbon trailed down the back of my legs to my knees. The dress itself was a gorgeous baby purple that made my eyes look more blue. The ribbon was a couple shades darker than the rest of the dress.

"Which one do you have on?" Jazmyn asks from the other side of the door. I smile and twirl in the mirror.

"I am totally in love with this dress," I say, unlocking the door and skipping to the full mirrors. It hugged every curve, not something I'd typically wear, but I loved this dress so much that I didn't care.

"You look like a princess!" she says, clapping. "It makes your eyes so much bluer. We can straighten your hair and put a little make-up on your eyes, with some lip gloss. You'll be perfect."

"I'm surprised we found it on such a short notice," I say.

"I had it specially made for you in case this happened," she says, smiling. "And I know how you are so I got it so you could wear it again later in the future."

I turn to her and hug her. She hugs me back and I feel a tear slip down my cheek.

"You are the most amazing best friend in the world," I say. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she says. "Now, change and I will grab your shoes. If you don't like them, I found another pair."

"You planned this whole thing out?" I ask, laughing as I carefully unzip the dress and slip it off, the satin pooling around my feet.

"Yes! You're my best friend. You need to plan these things," she says. I pull my jeans back on and slipping my teddy bear shirt over my head.

I step out, the dress carefully draped over my arm in its cover. She shows me two pairs of shoes. One were heels no bigger than two inches and were a purple with some black. The others were flats and a blue that sparkled. I contemplated, torn between the two. I turn around, covering my eyes.

"Mix the shoes up," I say. "One question: Will I be taller than someone that's about five-nine in the heels?"

"You shouldn't be. I mean, you are about five-three and these are an inch and a half so then they would still be taller," she says, doing the math in her head. "So no. You won't."

I nod and turn around, my eyes still covered. I reach out blindly and touch an arm. My hand travels to the hand and in them were the heels. I nod and she sets the flats on the floor. Jazmyn pays for the dress and shoes, refusing my offer of any type of help.

We stop by the home, dropping off the dress and I count how much tickets would be.

"Don't worry about that either," she says, holding her hand out to stop me. "Already got you tickets."

"Jaz, you are starting to spoil me," I say.

"You need spoiling," she says as we walk to our classes. I sat in class all day daydreaming about Justin and how the dance is going to go.

I doodled hearts in my notebook when Jazmyn taps my shoulder. I look up to see everyone looking at me.

"Yes?" I ask, raking my hair from my face. My bruise had faded to yellow so I didn't bother with make-up.

"What is the answer?" Ms. Milton asks, pointing to the board.

"Seventy pi over two," I say, going back to doodling. She gapes at me and does the problem.