40UR XL (Completed)

CHAPTER 7 part 2: PROM NIGHT!

      We walked on the red carpet they had layed out for us. People excited, guys thinking they were fly, girls thinking they cute, and me KNOWING I was the shit. People usally saw me as the average big girl. Some probably thought I wouldn't even attend prom. Guess what , Not only did I attend, I was beautiful. Not only was my exclusive red gown on point, I wore Aunty April's diamond bracelet, that she wore on her prom at Northside High school 1948, a school for "colored" folks then. I glanced up at the stars, then at my dad who was cheesing like the Kool-aid man. Turns out, he never attended prom. Natalia strutted in that place with Malik , like she was a model on Rip-the-runway. It was like Malik was her purse, the way he dangled on her. We cheesed and walked in, like  we were the stars of the whole thing. Oh yes Kennedy High! Ms. Precious/Klump/Respushia had it going on today BITCHES! Especially with my Brazillian Remy weave, I was feeling some type of way.  Although that way was still a tiny bit uneasy again about  taking my dad in the place. 

   Out of all things I wanted to see walking in, Tell me why did I see Portia in there freak dancing with Desmond. He was supposed to be held back to the 9th grade! WTF. I guess Ms.Lynch our school principal felt sorry for him and let him go to his senior activities with his real graduating class. Oh well. Otis came in with me and looked around. On the other side, I saw Jenae dancing with JESSY! That 2faced bitch. My thoughts were interrupted by Otis."Well,well,well ...this is nice!" he said. Everybody was dancing, grinding, everything. It reminded me just of the Grad Function with Jenae that day, only everything was formally themed. Even the DJ was the same, coincidentally.The songs he played were different though, because the students were diverse. He was playing some techno weird song that had a catchy beat kinda.  "Let me show ya'll young cats a little sum sum" my dad said loosing his tie up. He got on the floor and started break dancing like it was 1985 or something. I laughed my ass off, because he was rusty, but you can tell he used to be good back in the day. 

 Some kids tried to have a dance -off battle with him, poor dad tried to keep up, but of course dad was a little too seasoned. He lost the battle, but he was in denial of course. Haha.As far as me dancing, ya'll know I did my little 2-step with them long ass heels on. F*** that haha. Here comes Jenae, comming over just as she did in the party that day. "OOH GIRL! WHO YOU BRING WIT CHU? HE FINE AS HELL...I NEED ME A SUGAR DADDY TOO SHITTT!" she yelled over the music. I looked at her , like she had bird shit on her face. "Thats my dad, Nae" I rolled my eyes at her. Then she looked at me crazy. "Umm Star, who does that.. you should of just came alone, or I could of hooked you up.. this is kind of sad." she said with a smerk on her face I just wanted to slap off. My patience was so thin with Jenae, that if you had a microscope you wouldn't have saw it. "Look, frankly I dont care what you or anyone else thinks in here, now leave me alone, because I'm enjoying myself & you've done a lot of SAD shit that I won't speak on tonight" I snapped at her. 

She looked at me like she couldn't believe what I just said. "Don't be mad at me, I wasnt the one who got dogged out by Desmond and resorted my fat ass to taking my own father to the prom Tuh please...!" she barked while turning her back. I had it with this fake ass bitch, but I didnt want to whoop her ass ,because I didnt want to get kicked out. Nope, not after how hard I worked on this dress. I had to do some quick thinking. I stretched my foot out secretly and she tripped and fell right in to the punch bowl spilling the burgandy juice right on her see through, blue dress.  I quickly moved through the crowd so no one would of saw me and snitched. The Dj stopped the music for a second, When they saw she wasnt hurt, or cut by glass, Everyone laughed at her , humiliating her like Desmond, Jessy, and she did to me at the cafeteria that day. Revenge is as sweet as fruit punch. "Whooah baby fucked her dress all up!" Jessy wailed. I laughed at him, not with him. Jessy was so bitch like, Im glad I never had the nerve to confess my old feeling to him. He was no longer my sexxyyy lalalalaa Jessyyyyy no more. Ugh. Thank god.