Unconditionally

8-One Dance

Vanessa

"Wait are you actually going?" Dalya asks through the phone.

"Yes I am. I just don't wanna third wheel with you and Rider. I don't wanna see you both sucking eachothers faces off thanks."

Dalya laughs.

"Sorry Ness."

"Eh it's fine."

"Look at the bright side."

"As much as you want to be positive I don't think there is one Dalya."

There was a pause.
"Well you have Michael."

"Okay no."

"Oh come on! Ness give him a chance! He is the one who invited you after all."

"So? He hates me."

"I beg to differ."

"Oh really?"

"Yes actually. He's in my Biology class, and I saw a picture of your ass as his screen saver."

I gasp.
"How do you know it was MY ass and not Tatianas?"

"Please we have been friends for 15 nearly 16 years. We have helped eachother get dressed before. I'm sure it was your ass."

I chuckle. "Okay it just proves he is a pervert."

"Maybe it does. None the less it still proves he's attracted to you."

"Whatever. I'll meet you at the party, I have to find something to wear."

"Okay, see you."

_background on Dalya's phone_

"Hey! Who are you talking to Dalya?"

"Lmao was that Rider?"

Dalya hesitates. "Yes."

"You're over there already?"

"I promised I would help him set up!"

"Mhmm sure, okay have fun."

"Okay!"

"And don't get pregnant."

"What kid of girl do you take me for Nessa?" She laughs along with me.

"Bye."
I say and hang up the phone still searching through my closet.

"I'm not one for dresses."
I talk to myself.

I always wear jeans, leggings, and shorts. Never dresses.

Believe it or not I wore a tux to homecoming.

"Vanessa??" My foster dad Oscar calls from downstairs.

"Be right there!" I say throwing my phone on my bed.

I run downstairs to see my two foster parents Oscar and Adam. I love them as if they were my own dads.

"hey princess." Oscar says.

"Hey Oscar. Hey Adam! Did you need me for anything?"

"Yeah. We heard about the party at Rider Sanchez's house tonight."
Adam says.

Damn. I didn't think they would find out. Maybe they won't let me go.

Yay! Maybe I'm free!

"Oh." I say purposely guilty.

"So....we got you a dress! Oscar says clapping his hands together.

"You didn't." I say.

Adam nods. "Believe it or not Vanessa. We were the big party throwers back in high school."