A Stupid, Hopeless Crush

Chapter-7 Anyone But Him

♥ KYLEE JACKSON ♥

"You've got absolutely no clothes to wear and the event starts in three hours!" shrieks June as she rummages through my closet. And let me tell you, my closet is just like Hannah Montana's except for any of the glitter and any of the pink. I do have everything stacked according to occasion, but so far, June has rejected all of my party clothes.

I shrug. "I do have so many clothes. I've just called you for help," I tell her.

I've spent the past two days avoiding Brandon at school, not talking to him at soccer practice and walking away whenever he tried to approach me. I know that Anton is a player, but I don't think going to the the event is gonna be that bad. I'll just go there, meet Anton's cousin, dance and be back home. How bad will it be? Brandon's acting quite overprotective, if you ask me.

But why? Why is he even bothering?

"Who's bothering with what?" June asks. Great; I just thought out loud, again. I shake my head and say, "Pick some clothes for me."

"There's nothing in here. Everything looks like it belongs to a guy! God, when Mr Jackson asked you what you wanted, did you just ask for a bike and an awesome room with a separate closet?" she asks, frowning and flopping down on one of the beanbags.

I sigh; such a drama queen.

I pull out my wallet from my pocket, and produce a shiny blue card. "I do have a credit-card," I say. She gets up and snatches it out of my hand. "You backstabbing, truth-hiding, supercool, super-awesome friend! Let's go shopping!" she grabs my arm and starts dragging me out, but I stop her.

"Whoa, whoa. I'm not going anywhere. Dad might've told me to use this card freely, but I'm gonna use it only for emergencies."

It's her turn to sigh this time, and she does, resting both of her hands on my shoulders. "Kylee, it's about time you know when girls have emergencies. One, when she's gossiping on the phone and her phone suddenly dies," she puts a hand to her chest for dramatic effect and I roll my eyes. "Two, when two equally hot guys ask a girl to homecoming or something. And three, when there's a party starting shortly and the girl has nothing to wear! Come on!"

I sit beside June in her mom's Ford as she drives it superfast. Sometimes I think June's just Paul Walker in disguise. Then again, who knows? Maybe she is.

Suddenly my phone rings and the name 'Anton Ricardo' flashes on the screen. I pick it up. "Hey, Anton."

"Kylee! Are you ready for the party yet? It starts in a few hours," he says.

"No, not yet. Why?"

"Well, we've kept a theme so the dealers and contractors take more interest in the event. It's gonna be masquerade, so put on something elegant. There are some Russians coming too, so we're keeping the event in the Paradise Country Club. I'll give you your mask there. See ya!" Saying so, he hangs up.

"What happened?" asks June, pulling up into the parking lot of the mall. I tell her the entire story about the masquerade thing and she squeals. "That's so cool! You know what, Kylee? I think Anton's got the hots for you!"

"Did you just hit your head, June? Anton is a player." I say as we get out of the car and walk into the mall.

"Oh, come on! I'll get you a dress so pretty that Anton's gonna die right on spot!" June exclaims, grabbing my hand and dragging me into one of the stores.

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"Nope," says June for the hundredth time. It has been half-an-hour and I still haven't found any gown that June likes. I huff and sit on one of the couches in the store. "I'm tired, Ju. Can't we just pick up any dress and leave?"