The rest of the week went a little faster than expected. I recall in weeks before, when my life sucked ass, it was slow as hell. This week, now that I have my very first boyfriend, life decides to speed things up. I guess time does fly by when you are having fun, or just when you don’t want it to. Each day of the week, Alec would ask me if I told my parents. He was serious about this. It just didn’t feel right. Well, that is what I told him. I was still stuck wondering what Alec would do if I didn’t tell them. Would he leave me? No, not after all that we have been through. He never even gave me a deadline, either. Whatever.
It was Saturday, and my friends and I are going to see Alec’s play. He never actually told us what the play was. Nobody really knows. They’re just going because they know someone in the play. Yeah, that’s high school. Anyways, the play was going to be at 6. Gosh, it really seemed like everything was at 6 around here. The current time was 5:24. Paige’s limo was going to pick everyone up. She had Ginny already, and then she was supposed to get Skyler. Where the hell does Skyler live? I don't think anyone knows. After that, then she was going to pick up me and Amy at 5:40.
I looked into my closet for that suit I stole from my dad. Well, the suit Stella stole from my dad, when she was normal. Speaking of, I totally forgot about her. I had to change her back to her bad self. Okay, how was I supposed to do that? I don’t even know where to begin with that. I actually haven’t talked to her in a while. She and Shelly have spent all of their time together spreading the word. They probably weren’t going to the play. Paige will have to wait for that. The other thing she wanted was practically unattainable. Why did I even suggest it? Dumb ass. Paige wanted to rekindle what she almost had, but didn’t, with Zach. The biggest problem with that was Natalia. She was known for doing evil things. This would make her flip a bitch. Then again, she would probably not show her face anymore since she would lose her biggest asset. Maybe it would be fun to do that; to watch her fall. The other big problem with that was Zach. He’s such a great guy and he would never cheat. He was also incredibly hot. I wasn’t saying that Paige wasn’t pretty; I was just saying that this was like the hottest guy in existence. Sorry, Alec. You’re hot too. Anyways, Zach has sluts all over him each day; we would need to do a serious makeover for Paige. Yes, I am mainly talking about her attitude.
That wasn’t the case right now, today was focusing on the play. I finally found the suit and quickly changed into it. Wait, should I wear something less dressy? I have never been to one of these things before; I didn’t know what to wear. I heard that it had to be like dressy-casual? I changed into blue jeans and kept the suit jacket and a buttoned up shirt. Perfect. I checked my phone and it was 5:30. I stuffed it into my pocket, along with my keys.
I ran to the bathroom and saw the tub of gel that I never used. I looked at the mirror to see my hair. Let’s give it a shot. I took the top off of it and stuck my hand into the goo. It felt so weird, and cold. I withdrew my hand to see it slathered with sludge. What the hell do you call this color? It was like a mix between purple and brown. What, was it mahogany? That was the best I could do. I started to bring my hand closer to my hair. I forced it into my curly mess of hair and brought the other hand in for support. I started mixing it in and made a scared expression looking into the mirror. It was strange looking, but it looked like it was working. My tangled mess was perfectly slicked back and I didn’t look half bad, if I might say so myself.
I exited the bathroom and located my shoes. After I succeeded at putting them on, I went over to Amy’s place. Her parents let me in and I waited for her in the living room. There was a clock by the television, but it was so hard to read. They should really invest in a digital clock. From what I could tell, the little, fat hand was slightly past the five, and the skinny long one was on the seven. Trying to remember what that meant. Was that the representative for forty-five? Shit, was it 5:45? Oh, wait… No that is thirty-five. It was 5:35. Okay, I’m fine.
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Wanted Is Love [BoyxBoy]
Teen FictionCole Hayes was born in the small hometown of Leighton Hills, Massachusetts. He's had his best friend Amy Ray by his side since birth and now they are ready to take on their senior year. Now, in Leighton Hills, there isn't much to do or see. Sure, a...