Falling for the Player

Chapter 10-Parties and Proposals

"Hey! Laine! Wait up!"

I turned to see Sarah rushing towards me.

"What's up?" I replied, smiling at her.

"Alan's party is tonight. Lamar wanted me to let you know that we can take you," she suggested.

"That would be great," I agreed.

"Okay, here's my number," she said, quickly taking out a piece of paper and scribbling her number on it, "text me your address. We'll be there around eight."

"Okay see you then," I said as she dashed off.

Oh, fuck.

I had never been to a party in my life. I started to panic. I quickly reached into my bag, searching for my phone. I dialed Margo's number quickly.

"Laine!" Margo practically shrieked as soon as she answered, "you'll never believe what's happened! He asked me to homecoming! He asked me to homecoming!"

"Who?" I replied frantically, quickly making my way outside of the crowded hallway.

"Blake!" She screamed, "Blake. Frickin'. Harmon. Blake Harmon asked me."

I couldn't help smiling to myself. Looks like the arrogant jock had pulled through.

"Oh, Laine," she said excitedly, "It was the most romantic thing ever. He had roses and it was just amazing!"

"Well, that's great," I said.

"I know! We have to go shopping!" She squealed.

"Okay, sounds good," I muttered. "Listen, Margo, I have a major problem."

"Oh no. What?" She asked. Her voice turned instantly from excited to concerned.

"I'm going to a party tonight," I said flatly.

"Wait... Is that the problem?" She asked, a little confused.

"Of course!" I said, my voice a little exasperated, "I've never been to a party before! I don't know how to behave or what to wear or what to expect! I need help."

"Just relax," she said, "I'll come over around five and help you pick out something to wear."

"Thank you," I said, but my voice still sounded a bit strained.

"Laine, I'm really proud of you," she said.

"For what?" I asked, I little confused.

"For putting yourself out there," She replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "It's a Friday night. Stop freaking out. You deserve this."

"You're right," I answered confidently, "I deserve this party."

"Hey, don't be nervous about this party. You're Laine Frayer. And you're a badass bitch. You can handle this party," she said.

"You're right," I said, though there was still a bit of doubt in my voice.

"Alright, I have to go. Don't freak out too much. Love you," she said.

"Love you too," I answered before hanging up the phone.

"Who was that?" Asked I curious voice from behind me.

I turned to see Blake strutting towards me.

"No one," I replied quickly.

He raised his eyebrow suspiciously.

"Thanks for asking Margo to Homecoming," I smiled at him.

"It was only part of the deal," he said, leaning up against the wall and staring directly at me.