Forsaking Lilly

Chapter Twenty One

I must have gone through my closet hundreds of times.

For the life of me, I couldn't find a single damn thing to wear, which was funny because my closet was full of a lot of cute clothes. The only problem was that they were so shimmery, and I remembered that Marcus had said to dress casually. So, no matter what I pulled out, what combinations I tried, it was always too flashy.

After the first thirty minutes of trying to get dressed, I was folded into a corner on the verge of tears. Who would have thought that getting ready for a date was so hard, and that wasn't cool because it was stressing me out and when I get stressed out I freak out. I didn't want to freak out.

Just wear a sweater and some jeans, my mind said. At the time, this was such a good idea. Well, until I looked up at all the sweaters on my hangers. " Which one," I cried as I covered my face, giving loud desperate sobs.

" You are so dramatic," my mother said as she stepped into my room. She shook her head at me, seeing where I cowered in my closet. I thought it was funny that she was calling me dramatic, especially since she was the one who freaked out every time she heard the words Calla and Boy in the same sentence. " What's the problem, honey?"

I watched her closely as she walked to stand in the door jamb of the closet, her hands on her hips. I took in just how nice my mom looked and wished that I was able to pull of her apparel. She wore a brown boatneck-tee, blue jeans, and some cowboy boots she'd found some where. It was a simple outfit, but she was able to make it look like a million bucks! I wish I could do that.

" I can't find anything to wear," I groaned, tossing my head back. She laughed at me, stepping in to the closet, and started going through all of my clothes.

" You're so silly, Cal. You have all of these pretty clothes that Ms.Lynette was so kind to buy you, but you swear that you have nothing. Classic," she sighed, and then turned her head to grin at me. "Want me to pick out something?"

" Please?" I couldn't help but sound desperate. I was mad at her, no lie, but I needed her help more than I needed air ( Not really, of course).

" You can wear some of my clothes," she said, turning back around to walk to the bedroom doors. "We wear the same sizes if I'm not mistaken. Well, in shirts. Your hips are wider than mine," she mumbled as she stepped out into the hallway. I didn't follow her, instead I got up and went to go flop on my bed.

My nerves were so bad that I was shaking before I could even realize it. I tried singing songs, horribly, so that I could distract myself, but nothing worked. No matter what I tried, my thoughts went back to the date. Get a grip, Cal! You're stronger than this..

" Well, I sure do hope so."

" What was that hun," my mom asked as she came into my room holding a dark green sweater and a pair of cowboy boots.

" Um, nothing. You expect me to put on those?"

" What," she raised a brow at me," the boots?" When I only blinked at her, she rolled her eyes and tossed back her head in a laugh. "Calla, don't be so closed-minded! These boots would just look so cute on you," she looked back at me then, something mischievous flickering in her eyes," I'm sure Marcus will think so."

I scoffed at her, looking anywhere but at her goofy expression. " Yeah, well, maybe I don't want to look cute to him."

" Nonsense," she sighed as she came over and put the sweater and boots on my bed. " If you didn't want to look cute for him, then you wouldn't have had a problem getting dressed." I rolled my eyes as she sucked her teeth at me and watched her go in my closet and rummage for more clothes.