A Year Being the Cheerleader

45.

Friday night
Dear Olivia,

My, my, look who I found lying on the floor wide open. You. Why? I have no idea, but let's just say my mom was the one I saw in here when I got home. Apparently, dad had some emergency at work and she came home early. Just my luck. Anyways, today was quite okay. I mean, there wasn't anything extra. It is a new year and as usual, I have made a resolution. I don't usually follow it, but it is quite nice to write. Like right now, my soccer coach says I need some more fat. I am not that skinny, but I do admit that I am slim. But she didn't have to make it sound so terrible. I was just looking through you and I realize I have not written forever and you missed out on Christmas. I basically had dinner at Nate's house then we went to a skating ring. By now, you must figure out how sore my butt was that week. It took a whole lot of skill to skate, they make it look way too easy on the television. Of course, Nate can skate. Pretty good at it as well. He was trying to teach me and I kind of got a little of it, after a few falls on my butt, but I will never do that again. Well, I don't really know that I never will since Nathan is quite fond of it, but I prefer staying inside and curled up watching old Christmas movies. That is what Christmas is for me. And of course eating a lot. Afterwards, we went back to my house and ate some dinner while greeting my visiting family members. Then we hitch-hiked our way to his house for their family formal dinner. It was the first time in my life that I was late for something. Okay that was a lie, there was that time with Ramona, when I was sick in middle school and mom tried to keep me in bed, and so on. But the point is, that being late was always a life or death situation(that was what Ramona said on the phone until I found out she ran out of concealer at school) and it was too rare to be noticed. Anyways, Nate and I turned up to the formal dinner in wet coats and boots from the snow. It might have been one of those warmest winters in history, but it was still cold and the snow basically proved it. Unlike my perfectionist and weird family members, Nate's family laughed as they saw us and talked to us with familiarity and warmth. It felt just like last year and I liked that feeling. Or that's what I think for now. Eventually, we had changed into some formal attire and joined for dinner around the large dining table. It was so picture perfect. Even the part where Nate's baby cousin sneezed into his food. He didn't get angry, but actually hi-fived the little baby. The poor baby looking at him with confusion and wrapped its small fingers around Nate's fingers and tried to put them in his cute little mouth. I laughed and some of his female cousins smiled. It was past the term adorable. My night ended with me falling asleep on Nate's shoulder as we listened to his grandmother(or Nana as she insisted I call her) play the harp. It wasn't boring, it was entertaining, but I was desperately tired and trying to fight it. And sleep doesn't like to be ignored. New Year's was okay and as expected, I was at Nathan's house since my family took up all the rooms which included mine. So I guess you have more than enough of my boring so-called "life". This is my way of saying see you later or something like that. So yeah, bye Olivia. No worries though, your assault will be revenged.

AMBER

"Nope," he says with a disapproving shake of his head.

I groan before turning around and head back into the dressing room. He makes me wish I am shopping with my mother instead which says it all. Why did I have to make that stupid bet with him? I should have known he would come to school earlier than me. Yep, I have earned myself the Masters in idiocy. Every dress he have said no to and I am ever bit positive this is a ploy he is playing with me. And I absolutely love it. Not.

It is this stupid Valentine's dance he wants me to go with him. Everyone knows that it is for seniors only and is the plotting ground for future gossips as hey critic you and your date. And where gossips are, there is no doubt to be rumours later as well.

This is one of the events I wanted to avoid, but that bet. I really thought he would forget about it, but no, he has to bring me. I roll my eyes before going back out in a navy blue sleeveless dress that I am thankful he rejected.

I turn back inside the dressing room and the consultant looked as frustrated as I am.

"Men," she says as she helps me into a simply black dress with gold sides and showed a little cleavage. The most conservative dress she could find. I am like, really? This is what you call conservative? I swear think their definition and the dictionary's is totally different for the word conservative. "They are always impossible to handle. Even if you are just his girlfriend."

She gives me a wink and I am about to correct her, again, that Nate and I aren't an item or anything, but she pushes me out to the runway before a single letter can escape my lips.

I take one look at his face and know exactly what he is about to say.

"I don't care," I tell him with defiance in my stance. "This is what I am wearing and I want to wear it."

I really don't care about the dress, but I am too tired for this. There is a reason why people use online shopping.

He observes me for a moment, his gaze not wavering and neither does mine although I clenched my hands from wrapping them around me to protect some of myself from his scrutiny. He then looks behind me and nods to the consultant who stands watching us.

"We'll take all the dresses she had tried on." Nate states seriously and my jaw slacks.

What now?

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