*after first day of school*
"hey so kylie do you want to hangout?" kyle asks as we walk out of our last period class.
"uh-yea. we could go to my house," i say questionably.
"yea. i'll have my limo driver pick us up,"
"no need. i have a car," i say dangling my car keys as we walk towards my car.
"this is your car?" he says drooling over my matte black audi.
"yep i got it for my sixteenth birthday,"
i say pulling away from the school. on the way to my house we talk about random things. like how ms.jackson smells like a litter box and how much food we can eat in one sitting. we arrive to my house, parking my car in the garage.
"this is my house, mi casa es su casa," i say walking in to the kitchen.
i spot a piece of paper on the refrigerator. it read:
kylie,
your dad and i went on a business trip. we should be back in a few days. call us later to talk about how your first day of high school.
love,
mom and dad
"great," i say looking at the note. "i guess i'm gonna be here alone all week,"
"no because i'll be here," kyle says walking closer to me.
"you will," i say ecstatically.
"so if you don't mind me asking, why were you suddenly homeschooled in fifth grade?" he asks.
"it's a long story," i say looking through the freezer for some ice cream.
"i have all the time to listen to it," kyle says.
"well first lets sit down in my room," i say grabbing spoons and heading towards my game room.
"okay so fifth grade. which is the year that i left private school," i breathe in unable to say it. "you probably don't even remember me but i had this huge crush on you. i asked you to be my boyfriend. i poured my nine year old heart out to you. you rejected me for a prettier girl of course, i think her name was jessica. i mean i was already on edge. i had no friends. when you rejected me that's when i lost every piece of hope. i had no reason to live. so i wrote a goodbye letter to my parents. i planned out everything. i planned on killing myself. i took a lot of pills but they weren't enough to kill me. my parents found me and the paramedics pumped my stomach. i then was committed to the ostroff center. i got the help that i needed and now i'm fine,"
"so you're saying it's my fault that you tried to kill yourself?"
"no. i don't know. that's not what i meant. im sorry. i can't blame that on you or anyone else. some things happen for a reason. i'm better now because i got the help that i needed," i say.
"okay, that's true and i'm sorry that i hurt you," he says.
"it's okay. we're friends now so i feel less lonely."
"since we're friends i think you should be my date to the kiss on the lips party."
"really? i've always wanted to go and i know exactly where to get a dress from,"
my mom is really good friends with blair bass. blair is like family to me so she wouldn't mind helping me find a dress.
i look through my phone to find blairs contact. the phone rings as i call her.
"hey blair," i say looking at my phone screen as i facetime her.
"hi kylie. do you need me for something."
"yea i need your help finding a dress for the kiss on the lips party."
"i have nothing to do right now so i can help you with that," she pauses. "meet me at barney's in twenty minutes?"
"hey, blair," i say as i walk into barney's.
"hey kylie. how are you." she asks hugging me.
"amazing. how about yourself." i say hugging back.
"excellent. lets find you a dress."
we look through the dresses. there is one in particular that catches my eye. its a short silver, rhinestoned dress. its so gorgeous and its amazing. l
when i try it on i love it even more.
"i love this dress." i say spinning around in it.
spotted at barney's with the original queen of constance. lonely girl has the right connections to get the best clothes. jessica better watch out.
xoxo
gossip girl
"seriously. this is really annoying. how does she even know i'm here," i say.
"who gossip girl? it's probably a guy." she say looking through the other dresses. "i think this dress amazing. you should wear this." she says showing me a dress that had lace at the top and nothing on the sides.
i try it on and look at my reflection in the mirror.
"what do you think." i ask walking out of the dressing room.
"i love it. you should get this one."
