Howling at the Moon

Chapter 21- The First Formal, Part 1

Just part 1. More excitement and sexiness to come later :) Comment and vote please!

"Gage, your friends are here to see you," said my mom from outside the door. 

"Wha- oh, who?" I jumped, snapping out of my vicious writing session. I placed my journal under my pillow and flexed my aching fingers. 

The door opened and Allison and Lydia bounced in. 

"I have arrived," said Lydia dramatically as she flipped her flaming red hair out of her face.

"Let me know if you girls need anything," said mom happily. Of course. She was just excited I was making friends. 

"Hey, Gage," said Allison smiling. I gave a start. She broke up with Scott after the occurence at the school, so why is she talking to me, I thought to myself. She should be furious with me for yelling at her to let Scott leave the chemistry room to find a way out of the school without being attacked. 

"Uh-" was all I managed to get out. I looked across the room and glanced at myself in the mirror. My curls were dishelved and I had forgotten to wear makeup. I quickly braided my hair and sighed. There was nothing I could do about the uneven skin tone and dry, cracked lips. 

I saw Lydia throw her designer jacket and teal, leather purse on my bed and start rummaging through my closet. "Gage, I can see why you're in a mid-life crisis here. You're wardrobe is absolutely appalling...and so is your face." said Lydia, with an air of concern.

"Lydia!" hissed Allison. 

Lydia shrugged as she went back to shuffling through my tops and jeans. 

Allison swiftly moved to sit next to me on my bed and she grasped my hands tightly. Her dark brown curls fell around her face and she looked up at me with pursed lips. "Gage, I know after- after Derek attacked us at the school- well you've been distant...from all of us. I just want to tell you that just because Scott and I broke up, doesn't mean we can't be friends like before." 

I raised my eyebrows slightly and she continued. 

"I know you're scared. We can see it. Me, Lyd, Stiles...Scott... hell even Jackson can tell. But you don't need to worry anymore. The cops are out there right now, looking for Derek. He can't hurt us anymore. He can't hurt you anymore." 

I snatched my hands out of Allison's and started playing with my fingernails, dragging the last bit of blue nail polish off. I bit on the skin on the inside of my cheek and suddenly tasted blood. Control the anger, Gage. Come on. Chill out. They don't know anything. My hands started shaking and I shoved them under a pillow. 

"Gage, just freakin' relax okay?" said Lydia putting her hands on her hips, "Look at me. You don't see me breaking down into a nervous wreck, do you? I had to run through those halls just like you, except in 5-inch heels. So pull yourself together and be more like me." 

"Nothing fazes the queen does it," I mumbled under my breath.

"Damn straight," said Lydia loudly as Allison giggled. 

She turned around and gave one more glance at my closet and let out a long, frustrated cry of rage. "You not have any dresses suitable for a dance, whatsoever! Forget it, we're going shopping."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I said jumping off my bed and looking at Lydia and Allison, "hold up!" 

Allison and Lydia turned to face  me. 

"Gage, we are taking you to the formal, date or not date, dress or no dress, and you can't do anything about it." grinned Allison.

"Yeah, uh, Allison. We're going to go shopping and get her a dress at least," Lydia said incredulously. 

"Guys, no I don't really go to dances, really. Dresses. Well- I don't really like dresses. I mean, I don't really look good in them. So you guys- well you guys have an amazing time, alright?" I said, stumbling through my words.

"Oh hush, Gage,"  said Allison putting her hands on my shoulders, "Look at you, you're beautiful."

I felt my cheeks flame up and I mumbled, "Thanks Allison." 

Lydia put her hand in the back pocket of her blue, Ralph Lauren skinny jeans and pulled out a small ticket. "Too late, bitch. We already bought you a ticket. Alright the dance is in 4 hours. We need to move!" 

And before I could say another word, I was shoved into Lydia's Mercedes and on my way to the mall as Allison and Lydia gossiped in the front seat. This was NOT going to be good. 

Part 2 will come on Thursday (I promise). Thanks for reading and I love to hear constructive criticism so leave comments below