The Crazy American

Chapter 10

"Hey Rose, Elliot," Allie struts up to us.

"Hey Allie," I smile at her.

"Would you be opposed to ditching Elliot and going shopping with me?"

"Would love to," I blow a playful kiss at Elliot. "See you later."

"See you," he laughs.

I wander from rack to rack of the store. "I need something that says, 'you know you want this' also, 'you could have had this'" I sigh and look at Allie. A glittering fabric catches my eye. I walk past her and grab it from off the rack. "Like this!"

"Do you think that might be a tad much?" Allie runs her hand over the sparkly fabric.

"It's perfect! Just enough," I press it against my figure and spin.

"Rose. There is barely any fabric. How is this a dress? You will look like a slut," I giggle.

"Good."

"Is this about Elliot?"

"Yup!" I head to the dressing room.

"How is this going to make him love you back?" Her words stop me in my tracks.

"It's not going to make him love me. I want him to see his mistake. And I don't love him." I hang my head and walk into the dressing room.

We get back to the dorm around five. I grab a snack from the kitchen before heading to my room.

"Hey Allie, wanna go clubbing tonight?" I ask in front of the whole dorm.

"Sure, Rose. Let's go get ready. We can head out around eight. Elliot wanna come?"

"Nah. I think I'll stay here." His voice is distant.

"He's lame remember?" I giggle. "Mr. Perfect. Can't go have some fun." Elliot sighs.

"It'll be fun and a great way to blow off steam." Allie pokes him.

"Fine. Because I won't hear the last of it if I don't go," he laughs.

"Good!" I chirp and head upstairs.

I get undressed and turn on the shower. Someone knocks on my door. Frantically, I look for my robe. It's nowhere to be found.

"Fuck." I whisper and grab my sheet. Looking in my peep hole, Elliot stands there awkwardly. I giggle and open the door slightly.

"Yes?"

"Can I come in?" He asks.

"What's the password?"

"Rose, come on,"

"That is not the password." I giggle.

"Please?" Faking Impatience.

"That IS the password!" I swing the door open. His cheeks blush at me in my sheets. "Welcome."

"Why are you wearing just a sheet?"

"Well you see, I just got done having amazing sex. Why do you think?" I giggle and point towards my running shower.

"Well can you put some clothes on?" He looks away.

"Such a gentleman. Not wanting to see me indecent. But that would be counterproductive and I would have to drop the sheet," I giggle and walk up to him. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" His blush deepens.

"No."

"Oh really?" I reach up with my free hand and touch his cheek lightly. He glares at me playfully, a smile hanging on his lips.

"Really," in one swift motion, he picks me up and carries me to the bed. I blush as he sets me down gently. Elliot runs his fingers down my cheek and along my jaw. "Are you uncomfortable?" I smile at him as all my nerves scream.

"Not at all."

"Damn." He moves away and I frown up at him. He laughs and helps me up.

"What is it that you wanted anyways?" I giggle.

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to ride with me to the club," he shrugs.

"But that would destroy my chances of finding my Prince Charming at the ball tonight," I joke and walk towards the shower. "But he isn't real. Right?" Looking back at Elliot, he is playing with his hands.

"I think I'm going to drive with Allie tonight."

"Oh okay." His voice has a hint of disappointment.

"Why?" I ask, adjusting the temperature of the shower.

"Why what?"

"Why did you want to drive me?"

"Just because I thought you might want to. That's all."

"Oh. Well, I'm hopping in the shower."

"Alright. See you down stairs." He says quietly and closes the door behind him. I drop my sheet and step into the hot shower. Closing my eyes, I let the water wash away all of the butterflies attacking my stomach.

I shampoo and condition my hair. Then, the struggle of most women, I shave every piece of body hair. After about thirty minutes, I shut off the shower and get ready.

After another hour, my hair is curly and my make up is underway. Dramatic and sexy cat eye eyeliner paired with smokey eye. I top it off with my blood red lipstick and extra mascara. Allie knocks on my door around seven forty five.

"Hey girly, almost ready?" Her voice calls from behind the door. I smile and open it. She blinks at me for a moment. I giggle.

"I just have to get dressed."

Allie is wearing a tight pair of black shorts and a purple crop top. She finished her outfit with black heels.

I slip out of my towel and into my dress. The sliver material clings to my curves. The back is open, dipping just above my butt. The sides are cut out. The front bunches up in the middle of my chest. The hem goes low enough to cover my back side. I turn to Allie.

"What do you think?"

"That's hot!" She laughs. I slip spanx on under my dress and step into my red pumps.

"Then let's go," Taking one last look in the mirror, I smirk and walk off.

We walk downstairs to the group of people joining us. I hide slightly behind Allie to be out of sight of Elliot. As a group, we move outside to our cars. I climb into Allie's BMW. Elliot catches me out of the corner of his eye. I blush and look away. And we are off.