Game Plan

Chapter-9

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Chapter-9

Ivy

When I turned back I saw this dress, below my heels. For a second I thought someone must have dropped it but, it dint seem like that.

“Uh?” I heard the blonde girl say, while picking up the dress. She looked at it for some time and kept it back murmuring something.

“Wow! Ivy why the fuck are you standing. Go grab that dress.” Lindy said.

“No, it’s not my type.” I lied. Of course, I can’t let my emotions out, on how fucking sexy that gown was. Bloody girl fashion.

“Are you ladies taking that dress?” the blonde came again and asked.

She is going to take the dress. No no I can’t let that happen.

“Umm. No actually I’m buying it.” No you’re not supposed to say that in front of your friends. Forgot the Bloody girl fashion.

“What?” Lindy asked, smirking.

I just toke the dress and paid for it. Right away.

I own it now, blondy.

“Someone got jealous.” Vicky said as we went to my car.

“Shut up! That dress was calling me begging me on my feet. ‘That please don’t send me to this blond, she will rip me of while having sex’. So me, being the nice girl helped the dress. You got a problem with that?”

“Oh! No, I’m proud of you in-fact.” She replied.

And we then drove off to our next destination. The disc.

On the way we stopped at the signal, next to a show room of Louis Viton. “Look whose spending money.” Said Vicky.

I thought the dress discussion was over.

“OMG! It’s her again. I wonder whose money it is this time?” said Lindy.

What the hell are they talking about?

Then I noticed that they were looking at the showroom.

Oh! The bitch again.

Guess who? The cheerleader with the freaking yellow band again.

“You guys know her?” I asked both of the gossip queens sitting in my car.

“Who doesn’t know her, she a freaking cheerleader.” Said Lindy from the backseat

“Umm.. yah that’s there but I wonder who has the money to spend on her!” Vicky turned to the backseat to Lindy and they both were laughing. Until I saw the person who was spending money on this eff’in bitch.

“I guess we know who.” I stated. This was the first time ever I was very eagerly waiting for the signal to turn green. It was not happening. It was like taking ages to turn the light to green.

Vicky heard me and turned to the showroom. Saw the bitch with her shopping bag and then saw Jo.

Yes! Can I freaking believe it. My boyfriend told me that he is out with friends. And the next thing I know that I see him with the bitch who has definatly shopped a branded dress for Prom. Lord save me!