A Different Kind of Education

Chapter Twenty - Four : Prom (Part 1)

There was a large part of me that had the desire to hurl at the sight of what was in front of me.

"It's beautiful!" Clara squeals from her perch on the comfy couch of the changing room.

"No." I say sternly, horrified at the dress, "Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"Do you see the amount of glitter all over it?"

My voice was full of disgust as I held out the dress in front of me. It was a form fitting strapless floor length blue dress with a slit up one side. From looking at the outline of it, I felt as though it was complement my figure, but I refuse to have that much glitter. Clara gave me a look that expressed how much she wanted to smack me right now and I had to suppress a grin.

The past two months had been amazing. Tommy and I were closer than ever and I had apologized for being distant to Clara. The girl didn't even reply to the subject, only saying that she knew of a cute new bistro in Manhattan and that we had to go. She was something else entirely and I made sure to constantly remind myself to appreciate her loyal friendship. She had quickly started to take up a huge chunk of my time much to Justin and Matt's dismay.

Speaking of those two, my heart was still pretty unsure as to what it wanted. Things with Justin were amazing. We spent a lot of time cuddling, talking about our days, sharing thoughts on certain trending issues, and most of all passionately making out on my bed. We had a few more family dinners with my parents and Tommy and even spent some nights with Justin's grandma. She was incredibly pretentious most of the time, but had moments when she'd be quirky, catching Justin and I off guard. Once we even had a pillow fight when he stayed over one night during the school week.

But then there was Matt. The man who continuously surprised me. he and I Spent every Sunday together playing various video games and watching movies. Usually we saved the movies for the evening and gamed in the morning since we took amusement at how crappy we were that early in the morning. For the first couple weeks we ordered take out for breakfast or dinner, but then he decided that was a waste of money and we made a deal, I made breakfast if he made dinner. It was a great deal. Between these two sections of our days he would surprise me by taking me to various beautiful sights in Long Beach where we would sit for an hour or two and just talk about whatever came to our minds.

"It will still look fabulous on you." Clara insists, snapping me back to reality, "Plus," She wiggled her brows, "It is going to blow Justin away when he sees you."

I roll my eyes at that. I may be going to the Prom with Justin and may possibly be in love with him, but that made me no more inclined to wear a dress with a fuckfess of glitter all over it.

"I. Hate. Glitter."

"And I. Don't. Care. At All."

We had a mini stare down before I gave in and closed the curtain, mumbling profanities as I did so. I was really hating the sales lady for slipping this stupid monstrosity into the pile of dresses she brought for me to try on, when I had obviously been clear about simple satin as a material of choice. I take extreme care to slip into the dress, irrationally terrified of getting glitter all over me to where I looked like the dress, though that wouldn't happen since it was of the highest quality, not those cheap clothes you got at department stores that rained glitter if it had it on it. A small shudder passes through me at the thought. I shimmy my bust into the dress and zip it up with a tired sigh. I have to admit that it looks stunning and does, for a fact, flatter my figure. Plus the way the light reflects off of the dress due to the glitter is mesmerizing. Damn sales lady and damn Clara. Why did this have to be the best dress I have tried on in the past week? As much as it hurts my pride, I pull back the curtain, letting Clara see the magnificence of it all.