Revenge of Wounded (Book 2 of The Impossible trilogy)

Chapter 10: Time To Shop!

Fiera

"No way! Golden asked you to the dance?! Are you for realz?" Shontelle exclaims a little too loudly in the lunchroom, drawing in stares from a lot of our peers.

I clamp my hand over Shonelle's mouth out of embarrassment. "Not so loud!"

After I know she wasn't going to go shout it again, I remove my hand from her mouth. "Yes, Golden asked me too the dance."

Mouth still agape, she manages to sputter. "But... but he's Golden. The 'I'm the cold person and prefer not to interact with the rest of the human race' guy. Are you sure you didn't just imagine it?"

I arch my eyebrow. "It's because it was Golden that I'm hundred percent sure I didn't imagine it."

With that statement, Shontelle's expression changes from utter shock to a mischievous grin. "Oh?! So does this mean Mr. Bad Boy has a thing for our little Miss Sweat Shirt?"

My face heats up. "N-no! Don't be ridiculous! There's no way Golden would have 'a thing' for me. We are like water and oil. Anyway, he knows that I just broke up with Ryan, and so he thought he could cheer me up AS A FRIEND." I stressed the words 'as a friend' to her, hoping it would get through to her.

"What's with that expression, Malea?" I look past Shontelle to Malea, who was sitting on the opposite side of Shontelle with an expression between amusements and a smirk.

"Oh, it's nothing." She says nonchalantly. To herself she says thoughtfully, "Like water and oil, hmm?"

I squeeze my eyes suspiciously. "You're starting to sound like Shontelle." She knows something.

Malea looks up, avoiding my gaze. "Oh, really?! I didn't notice." Yep, she definitely knows something.

Before I ask her what she knows that I don't, Shontelle interrupts. "So, what are you going to wear to the dance, since it's a formal occasion?"

"Umm..." I feel the heat return to my cheeks and I decide to do a "Malea" and look up, avoiding there eyes. "I don't have a dress."

Crickets seemed to choose that time to chirp because that's all the three of us seem to hear for a minute. Suddenly, Shontelle dramatically flips her hand to her head in a fake faint, tilting her head back. "This is an utter travesty! This is a sad sad day in history! Oh, what shall we do?!"

"It's not that big of a deal." I mutter under my breath.

Shontelle comes out of her pretend faint quickly and says with a grin, "Luckily, there's this activity called shopping that girls tend to like to do, and I happen to be a adamant shopper with good taste and shopping experience. So ladies, how would you like to go shopping with me after school today?"

"I wouldn't mind going shopping. I need a new dress anyway. My old dress is kind of last year." Malea agrees.

I suppress a groan. Oh no, we've officially brought out Shontelle's fashionista mode. She even sucked Malea into her ways. This is not good. The little voice in my head argues, though. But, Fiera, you have no sense of fashion, as shown through your magnificent array of sweatshirts and tattered jeans. She could really be a big help.

I sigh. "Alright. I'm in."

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"Ooo, look at this dress! And this one! Yes! Yes! Yaaaaass! I must have them all! I must!" Shontelle exclaims ecstatically, beyond the control of Malea and me.