"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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"Put this on." I ignore the dress Ophelia throws at me, adjusting myself properly on her bed.
The bed of beds.
"Try this on too." She throws another.
Can she not see how I'm effortlessly ignoring her?
I watch her as she digs through her closet before looking back and realization hits her.
"Freya," she shook her head at me, seeing the uncountable clothes littered around the floor and on the bed.
"I don't wanna go to this stupid party." I grumble as she moves towards me.
"Well you don't have a choice because I'm not letting you sleep on this bed any longer." She takes my hands, pulling me up from my laying position to sit.
I'm suppose to be spending my Friday night on my bed or Ophelia's bed watching re-runs of Friends or A nightmare on elm street with tons of snacks or junk food. But my over hyped bestie prefers we go to a party, where a bunch of teenagers make-out grossly, throw up and pass out.
Can I just be a teenager and not be a teenager?
My left brow arch itself when I spot a piece of material some might call a dress, laying beside me.
"You expect me to wear this?" The dress is so short, I don't think it would go below my butt cheeks.
Ophelia laughs, seeing my questioning look before picking up another dress.
"How about this one?" I shook my head in disapproval.
This went on for some couple minutes and I honestly couldn't thank Jacob enough for saving me from Ophelia's clothes mayhem. He walks in and snickers as his eyes travels round the room.
"Y'all are wild animals." I shove my middle finger at him. Ophelia pays no attention to him, still looking for something for me to wear.
He sticks out his tongue and I roll my eyes. "You guys will have to drive yourselves. Dylan is already pissed I still haven't gotta there yet. I can't wait for you guys again--" he checks his wristwatch, "the party started two hours ago."
Ophelia lets out a chuckle. "Who asked you to wait for us? I'm driving us there." Jacob's expression switches to that of someone who's about to murder someone.
"I wanna kill you so bad Ophelia." Jacob points his finger at her with a squint of his eyes.
"This is the last time I will ever offer to drive you guys somewhere." He puts both hands on his waist and I mentally picture him wearing a skirt.
"Yay! I found the perfect outfit for you." I direct my attention to Ophelia. She holds up a white short golf skirt with a black corset tube top.
I smile and take them from her. "You know me so well." I actually like what she's simply put together.
