Meeting the Gangleader

Chapter 12

*Brittany's P.O.V*

Ugh, today is finally Friday.

The day that I told Karly I would make my decision.

These last few days have gone by agonizingly slow.

No one could cheer me up.

I haven't smiled all week.

I've had a lot of suicidal thoughts, and just bad thoughts in general.

I've been in a dark place without Adam and that scares me.

I barely know him and I'm already this attached to him.

Every day after school, I've just been going upstairs and locking myself in my room with Karly and watching Vampire Diaries.

My parents unlocked the door with the spare key on Wednesday, and I got a beating, but they left Karly alone so it was worth it.

Karly was the one bringing me food, and I would barely touch it.

We just got home from school and she's staring at me expectantly.

"Stop looking at me like that!" I say, as I try to seem unaffected by it.

"What're you gonna do?" She says, ignoring me.

"I need help getting ready. I'm going to go talk to Adam." I reply back.

"I KNEW YOU WOULD MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE!" She yells as she jumps on my back.

I laugh, and she gets down.

"Let's go make you look fabulous." She says, as she grabs my hand and drags me up the stairs.

She drags me in to my room and goes and sits down on my bed.

I walk over to my closet, and pull out a dress.

It's top is black, and the bottom is red.

It has long sleeves, but the sleeves are just lace, and the top is lace as well.

Then the bottom is red, and goes to about mid thigh.

Why haven't I worn this before?

I show Karly, who has gotten comfortable on my bed, and she nods in approval.

I smile, and go in to my bathroom to put it on.

I slide off the outfit I was wearing and pull the dress on.

I look at myself in the mirror and admire my reflection.

It hugs me in all the right places. It shows a lot of cleavage however, and I don't know if I like that but oh well.

I do a slight turn, and smile when I see how good it makes my butt look.

I will admit, I do have pretty nice curves.

I'm not gonna say that when I put the dress on I forgot all about all of my insecurities.

I won't say that I suddenly became this gorgeous girl.

I won't say that I suddenly changed in to a princess.

I won't say any of that because it isn't true.

But for once I actually thought I looked pretty.

Beautiful, even.

I plug in my curling iron, and tug my hair out of the high ponytail it was in.

I walk in to my room again, and sit down at my vanity.

I do a natural eyeshadow, and add mascara so my eyes pop.