To Piss off a Mocking Robin

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(A/N) Sorry for the wait guys! I was caught up with life. When I had time to write, well I was just so upset about everything else that I just couldn't write. But I have just written the longest chapter I've ever written and I think this is really, really good. Enjoy! Review! Vote! I get so much more inspired whenever I see votes/reviews. 

Without further adieu~ 

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Okay. I know what you’re thinking.

My dress is a wee bit short.

Okay. It’s really short.                                                                       

But! At least my dress has long sleeves.

Okay fine. My short, tight dress has long sleeves.

And maybe I said something like going to a club in a short dress after a break up is beneath me and I don’t need guys to tell me I look hot to make me feel better about myself.

But in my defense, I’m not going to a club.

I’m going to a party.

Samantha Willing’s.

Bad idea? Perhaps. Will I regret it? Probably.

But it just isn’t fair.

It’s not fair that Ryan/Poopy Head gets to post up cute pictures of him and Samantha on instagram and I just gained 3 pounds!

Not having softball anymore to maintain my weight kind of sucked too but ankle injuries did that to you.

It wasn’t serious.

In fact it wasn’t serious so I didn’t take it seriously and then it ended up becoming serious.

“Boo!”

I turned around and realized that I had been thinking to myself for the past 5 minutes.

Or at least that’s what I assume since Melinda and Leila were both laying comfortably on my bed eating lays.  

“Oh… hi guys.” It was hard being embarrassed in front of your best friends but considering I had just talked to myself for the past 5 minutes and was wearing the dress that they dubbed my “battle dress,” it wasn’t that difficult.  

It is actually the same dress I wore when I met Ryan.

And apparently it will also be the dress I wear for the last time I will meet Ryan.

“I take it that you’re prepared for the worst” said Melinda in her usual calm demeanor.

Her comment threw me off a bit.

“I don’t know what you mean” I innocently started, “I merely want to enjoy my Saturday night is all.”

And maybe wreck a heart or two.

“Well no matter, you know I’m still right behind you even if something bad does happen.”

I crinkled my nose.

“I don’t get why you guys are so worried. I’m not a little girl and I don’t need you guys to baby me. Just tell me the truth like you always do and get over it.”

It took a bit of courage to get out of the Christmas onesies and ice cream tubs; courage that is going to run out if I don’t take action now.

“Because you’re gonna get hurt!” blurted Leila.