Gorgeous || Chrissy Cunningham

chapter 5

author's note: I know I haven't updated in a very long time and im going to switch this whole writing format to third person view bc I hate the first person view now.

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Delilah opened the house door, still smiling slightly from what happened just now. Her heart was ricocheting against her chest until it jolted.

"Steve!" she gasped, seeing her brother standing in front of the door with a scowl and arms folded across his chest.

"Was it the special K?" he asked sternly.

Delilah frowned. "Huh?"

"You were smiling to yourself so I figured you did a drug deal with Munson."

"What! No!" she exclaimed. "I quit ages ago, I swear you're not going to see anymore of that."

"If you weren't hanging with Munson then why didn't you wait for my car. You always said you didn't want to smell cow shit on the way home," Steve said.

"I was walking with Chrissy and we had a really nice talk."

"About?"

"Devil spawning," Delilah replied.

"What?"

"I was kidding. Just normal talk."

"You swear?"

"Cross my heart and hoped to die."

Steve sighed. "Fine. I better not see you dead in the bedroom then."

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"Hey, Delilah," Chrissy greeted, coming over to her table.

"Chrissy, what's up?" There was still ten minutes before class started.

"So, I'm holding a sleepover thing at my house tomorrow at 7 after school and I figure that you should come."

"Oh."

"There will be my cheerleader friends and maybe you could talk to them and they'll find out that you're not a bad person."

Delilah sighed. "Chrissy, look, I would love to go to your sleepover but I'm not really the social type of person."

Chrissy's eyebrows furrowed. "I mean, it's okay if you don't wanna go, it's your choice."

Delilah looked at her. Her tone points out that she's disappointed and that she really wanted her to go. If she went, she could even spend more time with Chrissy.

"Fine," She said. "I'll go."

"Really? Thank you so much, I swear, it'll be fun!"

She doubt that it would be fun with girls popular than her, giggling and talking about boys. How she wish she could join in but she liked the opposite.

Class then started but all Delilah was thinking about was the stupid sleepover. What will she say? Does she even have nice pajamas? What if she says the wrong things? What if she does something that would make Chrissy mad and she would not want to be her friend anymore?

The last question was tattooed in her brain. What was wrong with her? Why can't she be normal?

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"This is the only nice thing I have!" Delilah exclaimed, picking up a Mötley Crüe t-shirt from her dresser. Eddie gave it to her on her birthday and she could tell it was last minute. It was baggy and the words were faint and it smelled like ranch when he gave it to her.

Steve who was sitting on her bed cringed. "Disgusting shirt and band."

"Hey! Don't disrespect Mötley Crüe like that!"