When the World Turns

10. Oh my gosh, no.

D's POV

I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. This dress wasn't good enough. The tight, pink fabric made my waist seem a lot bigger than it was, and it was killing me. I couldn't suck in all night.

Tearing it off of my body, I grabbed another black one and smiled as I saw it fit nice. "Awesome, let's just-" I sat down to pull on my heels and groaned as my stomach puffed out a little. "Seriously?" I wasn't going to suck in while I was sitting either.

I sighed. Tight dresses were just... Not going to work. I picked out another one that wasn't near as tight. A navy blue lace with an opened back and a skirt that flared down to just above my knees. Stand check? I stood. Sit check? I sat. Perfect.

I really hope no other human being has to go through this dumb torture. It wasn't that I was fat. I knew I wasn't. It's just that most of the girls I'd seen in the locker rooms had these perfectly flat stomachs, some even had six packs. And I had a little tummy fat that rolled when I sat without good posture. Which is why I wondered why Asher Johnson would even bother to take me anywhere with him.

I shrugged. The dress did look pretty on me. And it hugged my curves nicely. I immediately glared at myself in the mirror. I knew beating myself down wasn't good. "You're your worst enemy, D," I said to myself.

Boy, did I know that. Everyone always had something negative to say about themselves, and it was hard to fight myself to get off the couch and out of the fridge to go run. I shuddered. Running was the real enemy, before myself. It's not that I wouldn't do it. I just preferred not to.

I winced as I heard loud honking coming from outside. I silently snickered. I wonder which idiot is making someone so late they have to honk outside their door?

I peeked out the window and my eyes widened as I saw Asher's car. And my alarm clock that said 6:10.

Oh, right. I'm that idiot.

I quickly put on my heels and rushed down the stairs. Probably way too fast to be safe, but Asher was about to bring out the whole neighborhood with his honking.

"What is that racket?" My mom asked, heading over to the window. He finally stopped. Thanks to a text message from me, threatening I would kill him.

She shrugged. "Probably just some hoodlums passing through." She turned to smile at me. "What are you dressed so fancy for?"

"I'm just going somewhere with a friend."

"Excuse me," my dad interjected. "Is this friend a boy, or a girl?"

I mentally rolled my eyes. "It's a boy, Dad." My eyes widened as he stood up, walking over to the door. "What are you doing?"

"I want to meet him." I followed him out, quickly darting in front of him to get to Asher and warn him before my dad got there. Asher saw me and waved. "Hey, D!" I winced as he turned on his radio, the music blaring out through the speakers.

Panda, panda, panda. I got broads in Atlanta. Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta.

I glared at him, sending telepathy messages as my dad came into view. Turn it off! Now! Either he heard me, or my dad freaked him out because he stopped it really quickly. "Oops, sorry. Wrong station."

I face palmed as he turned it to a country station, even singing along to the lyrics.

He said I've been watchin' you, Dad. Ain't that cool? "I'm your buckaroo, I wanna be like you." I held in a laugh as he dabbed. "Oh yes, this is my jam."