I'm Not That Girl

Chapter Nine

 Chapter Nine

The echoing sound of a doorbell rang throughout the house, hitting my eardrums. Even though I was in a long dress and heels, I rushed downstairs to answer it being to oh-so polite person that I was.

       “Nick!” I said as I opened the door.

       “You’re wearing a dress,” he stated, coming in.

       “Yeah, I know. Kara told me she would personally kill me if I showed up in anything but one,” I laughed.

       Last weekend I had gone with Kara- scratch that- Kara had dragged me shopping to look for a dress for the benefit... of that she approved. I ended up getting this strapless black dress, with black sequins on the top part, and black ruffles that cascaded down on the bottom. It was a nice dress, but it was hard to walk in, and a DRESS. I hate dresses; they’re so not me! I’ve always been the jeans and a T-shirt type of gal; dresses aren’t something commonly found in my wardrobe.

       Kara also made me get heels that were like satin or something, and had a five-inch, rhinestone heel. Currently, I was wearing them, and they killed! Oh, and to make the whole look even more ridiculous I had a black purse- no Kara called it a “clutch”- that matched. It was a little bigger than my phone, and I had no idea what its purpose was. If I have a bag, I want to actually be able to put stuff in it.

       In my ears are a pair of diamond studs, and hanging around my neck, a matching necklace. I drew the line when Kara suggested I wear a bracelet and rings. Jewelry is wasted on me. I have my ears pierced and all, but I normally have simple pearls in; nothing fancy.

       “Well, I’m glad you’re wearing one, because you look beautiful,” Nick said.

       “You’re not too bad yourself!” I said. Nick was wearing a black suit with a simple white collared shirt. He looked cute.

       “I know,” he smirked.

       “Elle, who’s there?” my mom asked, rushing down the stairs in her modestly vibrant, red gown. Her dress flowed effortlessly down to the ground, and covered her shoulders. It had a low v-back, and fit her well. Her straight black hair was in a tight bun, and she looked as put together as ever.

       “Nick Ross,” I replied.

       “Oh, Nick, I haven’t seen you in years!” she smiled, looking him over.

       “We’re dating,” I blurted, shocked that the words had fallen out of my mouth so naturally.

       “I always liked you, Nick,” she said in approval.

       “I transferred,” Nick said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

       “You did?” she questioned, probably wondering why Danni hadn’t told her.

       “Yeah.”

       “To where Elle and Jordan are?”

       “Yup,” he nodded.

       “That’s nice. Your mother’s going to be at the benefit, yes?”

       “Yeah, she’ll be there,” he affirmed nervously.

       “I’ll be sure to speak with her,” my mother smiled.

       “Elle!” Jordan called, entering the room while staring at his phone.

       “Jordan!” I said in response.

       “Oh. And Nick’s here. Cool. Wait, why is Nick here?” he said as soon as he spotted Nick.