10 Things I Hate About You

Chapter 7-

To say that Chrissy was happy you were going to prom was the understatement of the century. She was fucking thrilled.

You going to prom meant that she could go to prom and although your mother wasn't pleased, she didn't argue because rules were rules.

Chrissy had taken you out dress shopping the following afternoon at the Starcourt Mall. Shopping was not one of your most favourite things, but your sister somehow made it enjoyable.

The two of you went from store to store, trying on various dresses, all different styles and colours. You dropped by Scoops Ahoy for a break and your good mood increased even more when Chrissy ordered a strawberry ice-cream and ate it. You didn't make a big deal out of it, just smiled behind your own cookies and cream ice-cream.

Steve and Robin were happy to see you guys which was weird because you never really associated with them much, yet they were all smiley and cheerful when you walked in.

After the ice-cream break, you went back to the stores where your favourite dresses were and Chrissy ended up picking a form-fitting, strapless baby pink sequin dress. It suited her. It was absolutely stunning.

You, on the other hand chose literally the polar opposite and although you weren't sure about it, Chrissy had insisted that this dress was the one, so you bought it.

It was a simple black dress that faded into a deep blue down past your knees. The front of it exposed a little bit of cleavage, almost a bit more than you were comfortable with, but again, Chrissy insisted that you looked amazing and you trusted her judgment when it came to fashion. The back of the dress was fully enclosed which was a must have. You didn't even bother trying on anything that didn't cover your back and Chrissy knew that too and only picked out dresses that were enclosed.

One of your scars did peak out across the back of your left shoulder though, but Chrissy had promised she could cover it with makeup for you if you wanted to hide it and you loved her for that.

So after endless of hours spent shopping, the two of you finally climbed back into the Challenger and made your way home.

"Hey, so I was wondering if maybe..." Chrissy started to say before she reached forward and turned your music down before continuing. "If maybe you could drive me to prom? I mean, if you're driving this car to prom. Your date isn't like picking you up, is he?"

"I assumed Jason would pick you up?" You asked, glancing over at her in confusion.

Isn't that what most boyfriends did for prom? The guy would pick the girl up at her house, meet the parents and promise to drop her off at a reasonable hour... wasn't that what most people did?

"I might have already told him that you and I were driving in together."

"What are you going to do if I say that my date is picking me up and driving me instead?" You asked, still unsure why she would want to drive there with you. She hated you driving her to school most days, let alone prom.

"He's not is he? I assumed you would drive. Shit, what if-"

"Relax. I'm not making Eddie pick me up or anything romantic like that. I'm driving myself there." You reassured causing your sister to sigh with relief.

"Thank God because I really didn't want Jason to drive me up in his pickup. Do you know how dirty and messing that truck is on the inside? My dress would be ruined by simply opening the door."

So Carver sucked at driving his truck and also sucked at keeping it clean. What a surprise.

"My Dodge Challenger shits on Carvers truck anyway." You responded, patting the steering wheel. "I'll drive you to prom, don't worry."