Creative Girl and Him

Chapter 32

Art and I get back to New Mexico 3 hours before we had to attend the graduation rehearsal. We went shopping for clothes that fit with the formal theme, and by we, I mean me.

"What about this one?" I step out of the changing room in a red and black tulle dress that reaches just above my knees. It had a black belt around my waist and was strapless. I look over at Art and smile. "What's wrong?"

"This is a living hell." He groans as he covers his face.

"Come on Art-"

"Why didn't you ask Asia or your mom?" I laugh.

"Because you were with me. Why waste gas or time to come back over here?" Art glares at me.

"I hate you and I regret everything." I can't help but laugh.

"Fine. You choose a couple options, I'll try them on and-"

"Nooo!" Art whines. "I wanna go home."

"God you're a child."

"Shut up." I laugh and walk back into the dressing room. Just as I finish taking off the dress Art opens the curtain and walks in.

"Art! What the hell?! Get-" His hand covers my mouth.

"Shut up." He holds up a black and white dress and hangs it up. "Wear this one. You'll like it, you'll buy it, then we can leave." He uncovers my mouth and walks out of the changing room, closing the curtain behind him. I look at the dress and take it off the hanger.

"It looks nice enough." I slip on the dress and k am instantly in love. It's a silky, loose dress that reaches my thighs. It has a white belt just below the bust and is an over the shoulder dress. It's bottom layer is black and the top layer is white making a pretty effect. I step out and Art smiles.

"Well?" I smile and look at myself in the mirror.

"I like it."

"Thank god! Now you take it off, buy it and we go home."

"Shoes." Arts smile drops.

"What?"

"I need matching shoes." Art groans at the top of his lungs causing everyone in the store and people passing look at us. He's so dramatic, but he could leave and go to a different store but he's choosing to stay. So, secretly he does want to be here. I walk over to him and sit beside him. "I love you."

"Shut up and buy the shoes." I laugh and kiss his cheek as I look for shoes to match.

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After an hour, I finally get outfit together and I get some more makeup. "Thank you for taking me Art." I say as I shove my bags in the back seat of his car.

"I didn't have much of a choice. My balls were caught." I recoil.

"That's gross. Is there a better way to have phased that?"

"I'm sure there was but after an hour of torture my brain can't process."

"When can it process?" Art looks over at me with a serious face.

"You're damn sassy now since I said I love you." I shrug. "Trust me Opal, I'm gonna make your life from here on out a living hell." He smirks and gets in the car. I swallow hard and get into the vehicle. I close the door and reach to get my seatbelt. After I buckled the seatbelt, Art unbuckles it. I look over at him.

"Is this your master plan?" I click the seat belt in again and he unbuckles it again. I sigh. "Art." As I was about to buckle my seatbelt again, Art knocks it out of my hands. "Oh my god Art!" Art chuckles and starts the car.

"I'll stop for now, but believe me when I say this was just a warm up." I sigh.

"All of this just because of sass?"

"Oh yeah." Art looks over at me and gives me a smile. "Just know, no matter what you do to torture me, I'll still love you the same... But I'll torture you back twice as bad." Before I can say anything, he kisses me and backs out of the parking lot.

We drive back to my house within 10 minutes, thanks to Art's driving skills, and we are treated by my mom. "Opal!" She hugs me tight and sighs happily. "Are you okay?"

"I'm good mom. I have to get ready for graduation. We'll talk later okay?" She nods and hugs me again. When I pull away I grab my bags.

"I'll catch up later Opal."

"Okay. See you later then." I head back into my house and take my bags upstairs. When I open the curtain I see Art and my mom talking. I'm curious to know what they're talking about but I need to get ready. I take my clothes out of the bags and set them on my bed with a smile.