My odyssey: an average teen's diary

So much for keeping it a secret!

The next day, we woke up, took turns in showering then dressed up. It was kind of cold so I put on a simple black dress with a cardigan and sneakers.

We spent the whole day moving from mall to mall because Trish couldn't decide between colors and brands. We ended up where we began and she picked the first the first dress she'd seen today; so much for being a fashion diva with no taste.

Next on, we went to a hair salon and again she couldn't decide between hair styles; COME ON! The worst part is after changing more than six times, she just curled it having wasted an hour or so.

The nail parlor was the last place for the day and this time she knew what she wanted; Thank God! We then went back to our room and she showered again before putting on the black strapless Gucci dress, black Luis Vuiton leather jacket and black canvas heels that she had spent hours choosing. She left her hair down and added a dark lining on her lips which matched her hair. Truth be told, she looked so stunning.

Minutes later, light knocks were heard at the door. "This is it guys, wish me luck," Trish said.

"Good luck and remember do not panic, be yourself," I said.

"Hey, not fair, she stole my speech," Esther complained.

"Oh really," I said.

Trish went and opened the door amidst of our argument and we immediately kept quiet. Mark handed her a bunch of carnations which she put in a vase and they went. Not only Trish but also Mark looked stunning in the white T-shirt and black jeans finalizing with a bomber jacket and sienna boots to match the jacket.

An eerie silence followed after Trish departed till, "Lucky she gets to go out with the guy she likes," Esther said and I gave her the avid look, "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.

"What are you hiding, Ms. Miller?" I asked.

"Nothing and please never call me by my surname," she said. I could see that she was hiding something but anyway, I knew when I'd break her.

"Ok...Miller," I left the issue...or did I?

"Fine, his name is Jeremy Dexter," she confessed.

"For someone who's going to be a lawyer, you're too breakable," I teased.

"What are you implying? That you're a better lawyer," she implied.

"No, that you have a crush," I drove my point home safely.

"Well don't stuff it in my face," she said.

"I didn't but I will if you don't tell me all about it,"

"Oh you wouldn't," she dared.

"Oh yes I would, Mrs. Dexter," I teased.

"Fine, I need your advice and I could've asked Trish or I did and she turned me down; she stereotyped him yet I have a very strong liking for him," she explained herself.

"Why would you ask me for advice? you're the lawyer," I teased.

"You're a better therapist plus your advice worked well for Trish," she softly said.

"Aww," I cooed.

"Ok don't make it a point,"

"I already did," I paused, "Now like I told Trish, this is the 'YOLO' generation; you either do it or you'll never," I said thinking about how I never follow my own advice.

"But what if he doesn't even like me or what if he has a consort," she panicked.

"Ok elaborate the word, 'consort' I flunked literature in high school," this was so shaming. I have always liked to read novels but I've also always hated literature.