Puck (Kickstarting My Heart #3) (COMPLETED)

Broken Like Me

It was one hundred percent possible I'd end up standing Jordan up for Prom.

Chelsea had talked me into tagging along with her and a few of her friends to the mall to go dress shopping, but my desire to even go to the event was draining by the second.

"Stop moping around." Chelsea threw her arm over my shoulder. "No guy is worth being upset. Even Nick Rollins and his harmless threats aren't worth worrying about."

I nodded, but didn't respond. Realizing I wasn't going to venture off on my own, Chelsea dragged me into a dress shop and handed three different dresses to me before shoving me into the changing room. She sat on the ottoman outside, grinning.

"Well, come on, girl. This is our last dance, our last big thing before graduation, please just try and enjoy it. I know we've been through some crap this year, but let's try and make the most out of what we have left."

I caved at her kind words, stepping into the dressing room. The first two dresses were too long and ruffly. The third, though, I absolutely loved. It was a beautiful, long sleeved, burgundy red that hugged me in the right places, and flowed down and behind me, leaving a blanket of red in my wake.

"That looks absolutely amazing." Chelsea gasped, clapping her hands. "See that smile! I knew you'd come around!"

I couldn't help but laugh at her peppiness, spinning around once more. "I love it."

"Me too! Plus my dress is red too, just a little brighter! We'll look great!" She touched her fingers to her chin, tapping her index finger against it, "Maybe we can bribe Jordan into taking both of us, cause I really don't wanna go looking for a date."

I changed back into my own clothes, tossing the dress over my arm, coming around to responding to what she said. "You won't have to bribe him. That's every man's dream."

She giggled, digging through her purse for her wallet.

"Honestly."

After paying for the dress, I started toward the way we'd came in, she grabbed my forearm, eyebrows raised.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Aren't we done?" I groaned. She waved her finger in front of my face in a scolding manor.

"You once told me you didn't know how to "girl" to save your life." She stated, linking her arm through mine. "Well, my dear Ronnie, today is your lucky day. Today is the day you become a woman!"

**

Vic was stretched out across the couch when I walked in, three bags on each arm. He looked from the TV to me for a second, then back to whatever he was watching. A minute later he looked back toward me again, as if it had taken him a moment to register my appearance.

"What the hell happened to your eyebrows?" He was holding back a laugh.

"Chelsea happened."

He smirked. "Aww, poor Ronnie, looking like a girl. How will she ever recover."

I took one of the bags off my arm and chucked it across the room at him. He caught it before it could hit him. "I have ninja reflexes, woman. Remember?"

He opened the bag, grinning when he saw the jacket inside. "Thanks, V! You're the best."

I gave him a thumbs up and headed for my room. I could tell someone had been in it when I walked in, my heart starting to race.