The New Me

Chapter Two, Dinner

Chapter Two

Dinner

            “So tell me again, what are you getting ready for?” Blythe asks from my bed as he lays on it, his arms and legs sprawled out around him as he watches me.

            “A stupid dinner.” I grumble as I sift through my closet, trying to find something to wear. I don’t want to wear something that will scream I was trying to look good because I wasn’t. I would have gone in running shorts and a baggy T-shirt but my mother told me to wear something nice and I was the least I could do after what I said last night.

            “A dinner with whom? Does little Jennifer have a date?” he asks teasingly, sitting up and wiggling his eyebrows.

            “No I don’t have a date you idiot. It’s just something with my mom’s friends.”

            “Friend, meaning the friend with those three boys?” he asks, his tone becoming firm.

            “Yep.” I say popping the ‘p’.

            “And what are you going to wear to this shebang?”

            “No clue.”

            “Well don’t wear something to….. open.” He says slowly.

            I turn to look at him, flashing a smile as I turn curious to his statement.

            “And why not?” I ask him questioningly.

            “Because.” He says bluntly, laying back down and I run to the bed, throwing myself down beside him, making the water in the bed send ripples under the blankets.

            “Because why? Is little Blythe jealous?” I ask him teasingly, poking him in the cheek and he moves away.

            “No, I just don’t want them looking at you like that.”

            “Like what?”

            “Like all the other guys look at you. Like I used to look at you.”

            “Well if all the other guys look at me like that then why can’t these guys?” I ask him confused.

            “Because I don’t like these guys and these guys don’t like me, alright? Now just wear something that covers you.”

            I chuckle and get off the bed, I walk to my dresser and grab a pair of short, ripped, jean shorts and throw them onto the bed before going to my closet for a shirt. I see out of the corner of my eyes as Blythe picks up the shorts and looks them over.

            “I was thinking more along the lines of… pants?” he says slowly, throwing the shorts at me, making them hit the back of my head and stay there.

            “And I was thinking that you were being…. Ridiculous?” I tease, taking the shorts off my head and tossing them back onto the bed and pulling out my favorite white graphic T shirt that was ripped along the back and had the words ‘Live Like You Will Die Tomorrow’ on the front in black letters that look like they were spray painted. It hung off the left shoulder, leaving my shoulder exposed. I smile and look at the shirt more carefully before looking back at Blythe.

            “What?” he asks me slowly, looking at my eyes.

            “I know what I want to do next.” I tell him, excitement clear in my voice.