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Chaper seven

A month has passed and the day of the school dance has finally arrived. My sibling's party was last weekend and it was awesome. Jamie my sister took all of my ideas and ran with them. She texted earlier to say the kids at school are still raving about the party. Julie, her mother my stepmom couldn't thank me enough and told me if I needed anything to just give her a call. According to her, I have saved them from weeks of sulking and bitterness. I am pleased that I could help and happy that both my siblings had a good time. It's all that matters to me.

The school dance is being hosted at the Kennedy hotel. I think it's utter ridiculousness to host a simple high school dance at such a costly venue. But Chelsea's parents are on the school board and whatever their princess wants she gets. Which is why the costs of the tickets are extra pricey. Ryan insisted to pay for both our tickets and shot me an evil glare when I wanted to argue. When I said nothing he mouthed "Good girl" with a heated look in his eyes. Rumour has it that I'm at Sweet Valley high on a scholarship. I didn't correct them. Ryan gave me his black card and told me to use it. I feel guilty about spending his money. I've been warned that if no notifications come through to his phone. Then he is going to drag me to the stores himself. And it's not a veiled threat. I had rolled my eyes but on the insides, shame was eating me. 

Mel had invited me to lunch at a seafood restaurant. At first, I didn't want to go. Especially when Ryan was glaring murderously at me. It feels like Mel is trying to buy my forgiveness and trust. And what better way to do it is through my stomach? Mel ordered a large platter with a bit of everything on it. From here we are going back to her house to get ready for the impending dance. We are enjoying extra large glasses of bottomless coke while waiting on our order. A waiter accidentally bumps into our table when a large bald head guy rudely walks her out of her way. The silver platter filled with fresh fried fish is right under my nose when she grabs the back of my chair to break her fall. The smell makes me wanna gag as bile rises in, my throat. I'm suddenly sweating bullets and nauseousness sits in my throat. Shit! Now I'm burning up. My vision becomes blurry and Mel's voice sounds far away like I'm drowning in the deep sea. And just when I thought I'm dying. The sick feeling is gone. What the hell was that? Mel has tears in her eyes and seems panic-stricken when I look at her. "Oh my God, Stacey!" She shrieks looming over me. "I thought you were dying" She sobs. I was thinking the same thing. The waitress stood there frozen and several customers stared at our table. All wearing the same concerned expression. "I don't know what happened," I say licking my suddenly dry lips. "But I'm fine now," I say smiling wanting to assure her. "Can I have a glass of water please?" I ask the waitress and she nods her head. "Sure coming up" as she sweeps by tables I can distinctively hear people asking if I'm okay. "Are you sure you okay?" Mel says concern etched in her features. "Yes, I'm fine to get back to your seat," I say keeping the phony smile plastered on my face. "Thank God!" She cries "Now I don't have to call your boyfriend" the relief is evident on her face. "Can you imagine how many rules he would've broken to get here? And he most definitely would've yelled at you" I say cringing inwardly. "Yeah, I thank God for small miracles," she says smiling. "Amen to me being alive now where's our food I'm starving" I exclaim and I'm not even joking.

Mel is admiring her dress in front of a floor-length mirror. Her dress is a short gold cap-sleeved dress. It's embellished with shimmering bejeweled details. It has a radiant beaded lace accent on the sheer high-neck illusion bodice that cascades over her shoulders creating a beautiful back design. The short A-line skirt is layered with a sheer overlay that curls at, the hemline to add just a touch of, flirtatious feminine fun. She finished her attire by wearing a pair of six-inch gold nude sandals. "Don't I look hot?" she says eyes glued to the mirror and turning from side to side. "You know you do, Kurt won't be able to keep his hands off of you tonight" I tease. "I know he won't" she was so full of herself.