Trouble [EDITING]

Chapter 2

My legs are sore, my throat is dry and my eyelids are ready to drop. If I couldn't feel the artificial coldness of the mall, I'd believe that I'm actually walking around a desert.

Because of the stupid Annual Formal at Paul Hall, which will be held tomorrow, I am now in pain because Mitch needs to find herself a dress and I, being the good and loyal best friend that I am, accompanied her to the mall. Although the truth is that since she's the one with a car, I had no choice but to come with her to the mall, no matter how uninterested I was about the whole event.

Mitch frowned at me as I told her what happened with Clint earlier.

It's not really a big deal but she heard if from a couple of cheerleaders and some other people so she wanted to know if it's true and the conversation came up as we were roaming around the little boutiques in the mall, helping her find a dress for the dance tomorrow.

"Sweet-talking jerkface." She said with an eye roll. "Well, he'll still be there on Saturday, what are you going to do when he sees you there?"

I shrugged. I really could care less about what happens on saturday.

"Swallow my pride, I guess." I grinned at her as she rolled her eyes yet again. "I honestly don't care."

"How about.. going there with a date?" She asked, wagging her eyes at me. "I can set you up with one of Matt's friends..."

She trailed off, trying to make me interested. I wasn't.

Where did the famous 'Girl Power' go? Couldn't girls go to a freaking dance without looking like a loner? Besides, what does it matter, most of our friends didn't have dates with them so why do I have to have one?

"Wait, you mean those basketball players that are a bunch of assholes? Are you serious? No thanks! And besides that would just make me look pathetic." I sighed. "Can we just go in one of these shops and find you a dress already?" I dragged her into the nearest boutique leaving her with no choice but to see if she likes anything.

We've been at the mall for nearly two hours now just to find Mitch a dress for tomorrow. I honestly don't get what the big deal is, the first week formal happens every year and what's surprising is that everybody else still seems excited about it, seniors have done it so many times that they should worry about the money they're wasting on gowns and make ups and all the other clichés.

But of course they won't, it's Paul Hall after all, the school for the rich and the famous - not that I'm bragging or even claiming that I'm rich or famous - and nobody worries about something as ridiculous as wasting money. Note my sarcasm.

The dresses took Mitch's attention away from me until she remembered we were actually talking. "The friend of Matt's I'm talking about it actually hot, it's your loss." She said, shrugging like a little kid.

But whatever, I really don't want a date. I like being independent, my ass of an ex proved that I'm better off single.

"Hold on, how about you, what are you going to wear?" She asked, suddenly realizing that I didn't come here to find myself a dress that's priced more than it's actual worth and that I was here only to accompany her into buying stupid clothes she won't wear for a second time because everyone would notice the repetition.

I looked at one dress and gave it to Mitch. "I found one of mom's dresses in their room last week when I cleaned it and I thought maybe I could wear it since nobody else will. I mean, who would, my brother?" I laughed at the thought, my brother acted all macho all the time you'd laugh thinking of him in a dress. "Besides, I'm still not even sure if I'm going.."