THE FROSTMOON PROPHECIES: Her Heart's Desire (Book 1)

Chapter 6👠

I shot up out of my seat and took off upstairs to my room. I dove onto my bed, pulling one of my pillows to my face and screaming until I had no breath left.  Why can't I control my emotions?  It's like my body has a mind of its own power over me, and it alone decides!  Stupid raging hormones are making me a fool all the time!  

I sat up in my bed, needing to get oxygen after depriving myself.  That's when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in my vanity mirror, reminding me of the delicate gift dangling from my neck.  I got up and sat at my vanity desk with one leg tucked under my butt.  I lifted the charm and got a closer look at it.  No one was here to judge me, so I twirled it through my fingers.  I allowed myself to indulge in the little fantasy I had of Cal actually liking me in return.

Shortly after, I heard everyone leaving through the back door.  There were things still to finalize and set up before our party tonight.  Luckily, I didn't need to do anything besides relax until Michelle came back at 4 pm. to get ready with me.

Finally, down time alone. 👆To my hammock to sketch!

I climbed into my comfy swing with my spiral sketch book and Faber-Castell pencil set.  I get to work on drawing, and before I know it, I've drawn a few pages. 

I swayed along with the breeze, sending a refreshingly cool gentle wind that kept me comfortable.  I played again with the necklace from Cal.  

It seemed that no matter how I tried to stop thinking about him, his face lives rent-free in my mind.  Why did I have to be so attracted to him?  If it weren't for things he'd done and said to me, I'd be a fool enough to think I may have a chance with him.  

Annoyed with the thought of all the bitchy arrogant hot girls I always see attached to him, I closed my book and tossed it into the basket next to my feet.  What did he see in those kinds of girls?  It made my heart drop every time I would see him flirt with one of them.  Especially, any physical touching or lets be real, lip locked with with anyone period.

<<Ugggh>>  I'm a helpless idiot when it comes to him.  What's it going to take for me to snap out of this nasty obsessed-with-Cal phase I've been going through since 7th grade?  Yeah, roughly 5 years of yearning for a guy that's humiliated me more times than should be allowed.  I'm a real winner.

Before I knew it, Chelle busted into my room yelling "Time to get ready wolf princess!".  She startled me right out of my hammock and I flipped fast and hard onto the cold hard ground!  Fuck, my left shoulder AGAIN!

I got up and walked back into my room.  Michelle started to hang her dress next to mine on the left-side closet door.

"Chelle, what the fuck?" I cried out like a baby.

"Hey girl, it's not my fault that you weren't paying attention to the time" she replied with a smile and wink. "Wait, have you not showered yet?  We leave in less than 2 hours, Ali.  What are you thinking?" she stated exasperatedly.

I yanked my towel and rushed out of my bedroom into the hallway to the bathroom.  I showered super quick, dried off, applied deodorant and coconut enriched moisturizer all of my body.  I looked at my hair and decided to put in coconut curling mousse and scrunch it into long soft flowing waves that cascade down my body just past my breasts.  My bangs were nice and fluffed out across my forehead. 

I quickly put on  lacy skin-tone panties and strapless bra set and shimmy into my dress.  Chelle zips the back up in a hurry and heads downstairs to grab two FIJI waters.  My make up is simple but does a lot with making my eyes pop, cheeks look flushed and a perfect pink lip stain to my full lips.

Chelle had talked me into wearing a dress we found called A Million Sparkles.  The top part fit tightly over my bust in a straight across strapless neckline that narrows at my waist.  Perfectly showing off my very exposed neck, the swell of my breast, upper back and arms.  The skirt comes out like a wide bell and stops high on my smooth tanned thighs giving my look a super flirty feel.