Taking It

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3.0

"So that's where you went." Brooklyn smirks at me almost a week later as we're out shopping for homecoming dresses. While she had found hers the Sunday afternoon after Johannes's party, I hadn't found anything that I liked. So between avoiding Taylor, making out with Calvin─to make myself feel better─the job interview that I had Wednesday, and school I hadn't a chance to find a dress which was bad seeming homecoming was literally in a few hours.

Talk about last minute dress shopping.

"You were off getting your freak on with a guy you swear up and down is only a really close friends." She wiggles her freshly arched brows, while holding up a pink dress and I quickly shake my head. "How was it?" I pretend not to hear her as I eye a simple red dress with a silver sequin belt.

Slowly I pull it from the rack after confirming that it came in my size,  running my fingers over the fabric. I try to imagine myself attempting to dance with Calvin on the dance floor, my hair in a side plait, some lighter smokey eye makeup and silver heels to match.

"Hello earth to Charlotte!" Brooklyn rattles the rack of dresses to gain my attention and I glare at her.

"What?" I brush my fingers through my hair, ignoring the knots forming in my stomach. Time is winding down and every time that I looked at the rollers in Brooke's hair it only makes it seem that much more real.

I'm going to homecoming. Not only am I going but I'm going with a guy who is my boyfriend. He isn't stringing me along like my last date had and he isn't going to leave me standing in a pool of punch either. Today id actually happening. I'm nervous and excited about it all.

"I asked you how was sex with mr. hottie with the tattooed body and you completely zoned out." Brooklyn replies, stopping her pursuit in trying to find me a dress having spied the one in my hand.

"I'm not telling that much about my affair." My cheeks burn with heat as I search for a dressing room area.

"It must be amazing if you've had sex with him twice now. I'm telling you drop goody two shoes and get with tatts, he's clearly doing something right." She stresses and I roll my eyes, walking over to the wall of light colored wooden doors. I can tell by the slapping of her flats against the tiled floor she's close behind me.

"Remember both times we've had sex we were drunk. For all I know it could've been mind blowing because we had alcohol in our system." I confess, slowing down so I wont have to speak so loudly about my sex life.

"Alcohol will not better sex. Trust me i've had enough drunken hook ups to know this." She scoffs, checking the rollers in her hair to make sure they aren't falling out. "Plus the only way you would know is if you'd have sex with Taylor while you're sober. It only makes sense."

"Yes, because cheating on my boyfriend for a third time with the same guy totally makes me feel so much better." I say while pulling open a door to a room that was slightly ajar, sarcasm dripping from my voice. Before the door can fall shut behind me Brooklyn slips into the room as well, not knowing the definitions of boundaries, privacy or personal space.

I don't argue with her knowing it would be pointless and instead turn away from her.

"You know what they say, three times the charm." She laughs, causing me to roll my eyes as i hook the hanger of the dress onto the wall hook. I then pull my shirt over my head and toss it over my head at her. "Hey!" She cries out, probably shoving my shirt onto the bench next to her.

"I'm not having sex with Taylor again." I work on taking the dress of of it's hanger. It was strapless with a love heart neckline.

"You say this now, but I bet you the next time you see him you're body's gonna heat up faster than my house during winter. Face it Char, you're sexually attracted to your best friend."