Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 48

Prom Chapter!

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I paced the floors with impatience, glancing at Erica with a glare at times. She gave me a worried look, probably worried that I was going to tear her and her cousin Amber to shreds. It was six in the evening time. Blake and everyone else was getting ready for prom. Elaine's mom even rented a limo for all of us to be nice!

"Where is she?" I asked for the millionth time, getting frustrated.

Erica bit her lip for a second, "She should be-"

"You've been saying that for the longest time, Erica." I complained. 

"Denny, you should calm down." She said with ease, touching my shoulder with her hand. I shook it off and continued pacing the floors. 

"Prom. Prom starts in less than two hours. I haven't even...got started on my hair!"

"It'll take thirty minutes to do your hair Deniella. Don't stress."

I glared at her even more, and just as she was about to continue consoling me, we heard a loud horn blow from outside. My heart skipped a beat, and I practically ran like lightening. A pretty and petite blonde walked over with a gorgeous silver dress. She held it in the air delicately as it hung loosely on a hanger.

"Here it is!" Amber chirpped. Erica ran after her and gave her a huge hug.

"Thank you so much!" I smiled widely, practically snatching it from her. It had ruffles and it was glittery and just breath taking. "What did you do to it? It looks so much better!"

"Oh, this is a new dress. Yeah, there was no hope for that other dress you got." Amber told me honestly. Erica raised an eyebrow.

My face fell, "Really? Was it that bad?" I asked.

"It was literally a hotmess.com, if you ask me." Amber mumbled awkwardly. I turned to Erica and she smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and walked away with the dress. I have to hurry!

I practically danced back into the house and ran upstairs as fast as I could.

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"It's the perfect size," Erica wrapped the bowed ribbon around my waist line, tying it to together. Her hair was pinned with a french braid around it, curled bangs hanging loosely on either sides of her shoulders. Her dress hugged her body amazingly. "You look perfect, Deniella." She whispered in awe. 

"This whole night should be perfect," I told her. I smiled at myself through my mirror reflection. My hair was waved and it hung loosely down my back. Its thickness made it look like it had great volume. I had black eyeliner, black mascara, and gray eyeshadow on to match my dress. I grabbed the silver clutch that my mom bought for me last night, and I modeled in the mirror. "I can't wait to see Blake."

Erica just smiled for a second, and it slowly started to fade away. She's still trying to get used to Ryan having a girlfriend, but then from time to time, she would tried to hide her pain. She was going to prom with Logan, and at first, I disagreed completely. But she simply explained to me that it was just so she could get into prom without a problem. It's not like they really like each other or anything, so I'm okay with the idea.

"Here, this will make your hair look beautiful." She added a silver flower clip into my hair. She pinned it to the side. I smiled at myself once more. "You look beautiful," She breathed out to me.

"You look like a goddess." I smiled warmly and she just grinned. Suddenly in all of the silence, the doorbell rung. I jumped and she just smiled even wider.