Just Bad Luck

Chapter 5: Chocolate Ice Cream

"What am I supposed to do?" I ask wearily while walking back and forth in my room, phone in my hand.

"Well, I guess you should say YES." Isabelle answers, and I could hear her grin. "Well, he is the David Charles Jameson after all. People would expect a Yes, wouldn't they?" She throws back at me, supporting her reply a few seconds ago.

"I know that. But, I'm not yet ready to be visible to the world. What if I mess up? Or-or, it was just a prank? I can't handle those! You know me, Isa!" I managed to say in one breath. I pant after my worry words.

"Stop wrrying! First of all, he's not the type of guy who would take a prank out of an innocent girl like you, right?" She clarifies. "And besides, you know him since we were in the sixth grade. Your sis and him know each other." She debates to me.

She's right. But, I don't believe in myself. My self-esteem is way too low. I can't handle this yet. I'm just not ready.

"Look, I know you are over-thinking all this. But, you have to believe that you're a beautiful girl, Grace." She knows me too well. I shudder at how good she knows me. "I'll take care of your make-up for the Soiree. All you have to do, is say Yes to David. Okay?" She says, closing the options.

I nod, not realizing that she can't see it. "Did you just freaking nod?" Isabelle speaks through the phone, disbelief in her voice. Does she have powers or something?

"Yes, yes. I just nodded." I laugh.

"Good! I already know what to do with you on the day of the Soiree." She says giddily. I laugh and end the call after saying good-bye.

I flopped down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, the nervousness runs back to me again. How did I get in to this situation? I recall the event when David asked me the most unexpected question.

The stares, tension in the atmosphere, and David's navy blue eyes.

Why did he ask me all of a sudden? And of all the girls, why me? It's not that I don't want to, it's just, you know, very unexpected of him.

After all the over-thinking I have done, I fell soundly asleep.

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A shout wakes me up from my slumber. 

"Grace! Dinner!" a voice that obviously came from my mom. I grunt and rise from the fluffy, comforting bed.

I adjust my messy hair in the mirror and go downstairs whilst rubbing sleepiness away from my eyes. Then my body jolts up when a familiar, mouth-watering aroma greets my nostrils.

I check the table, making sure I wasn't dreaming. And I really wasn't! My favorite food is served in front of me. Chicken Curry. I smile and thank the Lord for the food, then instantly grab a bowl of curry and stuff myself until I feel uncomfortably full.

My mother eyes me disapprovingly, then I quickly show my table manners. Then she smiles at me,

"I knew that you'll dig in and lose your table manners, because of Curry." Humor in her eyes. And we girls all laugh; Me, Mom, Faith, and Charm. 

Dad's not here, because he's working abroad. I am proud of him, because he's working hard to keep his family going. Not like, most of the dads.

"Well, Charm and Grace, did someone already ask you out for the Annual Soiree?" Mom breaks off from the laugh and decides to bring that subject up. Charm shots me a look and begins to speak, she's going to tell it to mom. Oh no, she's going to do it.

"I haven't, but Grace did." She smirks and winks at me annoyingly. I give her a glare in return. Mom looks at me in awe and grins widely.

"Really? Who is this boy?" She smiles, intrigued. Because she knows that I don't usually get asked out early.