INDECISIVE ✔️

CHAPTER 6

Days after days passes and I still haven't heard from Nate. I was worried sick about him and when I texted, he only responded with 'fine' or 'okay'. One syllabic words that keeps frustrating me. I haven't even been able to talk about my worries. I couldn't help but be worried. I really hope everything is okay at home but what if he's sick? Or having some issues?. I tried his line countless time to no avail. I even tried going to his house but Martha the housekeeper told me he wasn't home. My only hope, was the party. Joy already talk to my mom and not-so- surprising she agreed. I was home alone, glaring at my clock and waiting for Joy to come pick me up. Joy was the only one in our group allowed to drive. She's 18, an adult. I guess that's why she's always so worried and bothered about us. Joy is the most mature in our group but can also be very reserving.

An horn blast , and I quickly ran toward the door. After closing the door behind me, I climbed into the car with Joy throwing me a small smile. "Hey girl. Excited about tonight? She inquires, reversing the car."

"Can't wait " I forced a smile. Joy didn't say anything else as the rest of the drive was eerie silent and I liked it. I was feeling anxious, so many questions popping up in my head. Would Nate be at the party?Why haven't he been in touch? I guess I have only one way to find out.

"You know.. we haven't really talked about our last misconcept" Joy pull me out of my thought, her gaze fixed on the road. Her house is a bit far from here and with her slow creepy drive, I guess the drive would take forever. "You know I didn't meant what I said right? I can't even remember what she said. Forgiving her also means forgetting about her words. "The Nate fucking you over thing ?" She finally explained.

Ohh was all I could muster.

"Am sorry for what I said. I really am. I shouldn't have said that. I was just being overprotective" And I smile at that. "I know. And I'm also sorry for lashing out. You were looking out for me and I was a bitch. Am sorry" I sincerely apologized. Joy and I have been friends since kindergarten. She introduced Stella to me in my junior years and she became a part of us. But Joy and I , have come a long way. "I feel better now that I let that out " She exhale sharply, her gaze still fixed on the road. "Actually, I think you need to reduce your bluntness. It's always sounds so mean" I coo, joy chuckles "Noted".

We both laughed at that and I somehow felt at peace. We did forget about the misunderstanding but talking about it and sorting it out feels much better. Finally arriving at Joy's house, she parked in the driveway. Stella was outside Joy's house building, glaring at her phone impatiently. Immediately she sighted us, she ran toward us looking furious. "You should have spent years over at Esther's. I really like the idea of getting burnt and turning into ashes under this cruel hot sun" She rasped, exaggeratingly. I giggle, alongside Joy. "Some drivers thought it's was a good idea not to go beyond speed limit. Like I said , so thoughtful" I sarcastically say, commenting on Joy's driving. She actually keep crawling with the car like a snail. Stella snort and joy roll her eyes "It's actually saves from accident and pain" Joy defended. "Yah!! You're right but... I'd be behind wheels this time . We don't want to get to the party when it's over" Stella says in an high-pitched tone. Stella is a very bad driver–Not bad in Joy's kinda way. But she drives over speed limit and if you're lucky to get out alive, you'd thank your star. "I really do want to get to the party in one piece" I plead, so against the idea of Stella driving.

We all head into Joy's home. By now, her parents was at work and they didn't have a problem with us sleeping over. Joy's mom was so understanding when we told her about the party and the sleepover. She only advise us to be careful and drink responsibly. "How about we leave on time but Joy drive" Stella look like she wanted to argue "We leave 2hrs before the party. She can't spend that long just to get there" I explained. Joy shoot me a glare but didn't argue and same did Stella. "Well.... fair point" Stella says, sitting on a cream couch. Joy's parent house was a room and parlor self contain. The sitting room wasn't at most wide.. but the arrangements and settings of the house was welcoming and so homey.  Stella scattered the makeup palettes on the floor, making joy frown. "You better be ready to clean after use" she warned, Stella only roll her eyes as she brought out a razor blade, I guess to carve our brows. After arranging perfectly , she looked up "Who'd go first?" She quirk a brow. Joy and I look at each other nervously. Stella was good at making an ugly looking thing beautiful. I guess I can call her a good makeup artist but, she can be too much at times. "We don't have much time girls" She smirked.

"I'd really like just a touch and very light makeup" I told her, stepping forward to get it done with. "Ohh I forgot. Let's pick the clothes first. We won't wanna ruin our dreesses with makeup."

We all nodded and begin rummaging through clothes. After so many 'no' 'no' 'no' and 'no.'  A backless red strap gown finally caught my attention. My mom ordered it on my 15th birthday but regretted doing so since it's reveals so much – But it's looks perfect for a night outing. Just perfect.