The Good Girl Gangleader

7- The plan- 2

'Who the hell are you!?' I type in frustration

'Don't say you forgot me already.'

'How can I remember someone without a name?' I question growing impatient.

'George. You know, the who dropped you off earlier today.' I breathe a quick sigh of relief.

'Seriously? Why didn't you just say that in the first place?' I question.

'Because then you wouldn't freak out and where's the fun in that.' I roll my eyes as another message flashes on my screen.

'I'll pick you up at 2pm tomorrow.' I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

'And why would you do that?'

'Because I can.' He replied.

'What if I don't want to?' I type, not really feeling the need to go.

'Then you won't get to see my awesome car again.' He makes a good point.

'Fine.' And with that word the conversion was over and I had officially agreed to go somewhere with a guy I'd never spent longer then 15 minutes with. I'm an idiot.

I had two options here, each as risky as the other, 1. Go out with this George guy without knowing anything about him or 2. Ask Leanne about him. After a few minuets of careful consideration, I decided to text Leanne for information. In return I got a text saying 'I'll be there in 15.' Sure enough, precision 15 minutes later Leanne was stood in my room with an arm full of clothes.

"Are you going somewhere?" I ask confused as to what's going on.

"No but you're going on a date." I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"A. It's not a date and B. Why are you holding an entire closet?"

"A. There's only like 13 outfits here and B. Yes it is." She says mocking me. I sit and wait for her to explain before she gives me a look that screams 'are you really that dense!?' Before finally speaking.

"These are your outfit choices for tomorrow."

"What's wrong with my own clothes." I mutter.

"Nothing except the fact that they're plain, all the same colour and did I mention they make you look like a piece of cardboard." If only she saw my walk in wardrobe I smirk to myself.

"What's so funny?" She enquires, tilting her head to the side.

"Nothing much." I grin.

"Whatever." She mumbles. "It was a hard choice but I picked out about 5 different outfits." She smiles proudly.

"Then why'd you bring the rest?"

"I have a party to attend soon." I roll my eyes.

Knowing I don't have a choice, I grasp the first outfit and try it on. Leanne looks me up and down skeptically. The bright yellow cardigan clashed with my ginger locks and the floral pink skirt was far to girly.

"Next." Leanne says waving her hand in the air.

"What is this Americas next top model." I mumble. I'm starting to wish I picked my first option.

"If that helps then yes it is." And I guess she heard my comment.

The next outfit was a little better but not much. It had a pretty cherry blossom patterned skirt with a black background and a light pink shirt. Leanne insisted I looked cute but do I really seem like my image was 'cute', I don't think so.

My next outfit was by far the best, it was a pair of black, ripped, high waisted skinny jeans with a plain white v neck crop top, matched with a pair of black lace up wedges and topped of with a black leather jacket. I had taken bits from the other outfits ( the ones I didn't try on) but Leanne agreed but still thought the second outfit was the best. Now that I had picked an outfit she finally told me more about this George guy.

"So basically, George is this super hot guy who just moved from England a few months ago before transferring to our school. He came in this afternoon to get his schedule and that's all anyone knows." Leanne smiles triumphantly. " Remember, if he leans in to kiss you go the other direction, and if you stop to eat in a booth sit as close to him as possible. Last thing before you say 'it's not a date' it totally is."

"Seriously, I don't get why you feel the need to make me plan my outfit and the alleged 'date' I'm going on. I just operant to see that car again." Leanne rolls her eyes at my comment before checking her watch and starting to panic.
"I'm gonna go, the party started 2 hours ago and fashionably late doesn't last till the end of a party." Checking her makeup Leanne rushes out of my house heading straight to the party. It was officially 12am and she was just leaving. That girls energy scares me I thought as I drifted of to sleep.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to see light pouring in through the window. Urg mornings. I turned to look at my clock only to see that it was 12.30. Guess I'm not going on a morning run or eating breakfast. I rushed downstairs and shoved some microwave pizzas in the microwave, hey even I'm allowed to be lazy every now and then. By the time I'd finished my food and an episode of one of my favourite animes I went to get dressed. By the time it was time for George to pick me up, I was in the outfit I'd picked out yesterday and had added a black choker, winged eyeliner and deep red/purple Matt lipstick before once again putting my hair in a fishtail. Hey what can I say, I'm a creature of habit.

The sound of car pulling up on my driveway told me it was time to go. I shoved my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and headed towards the car.

"Hey, you ready?" George asked as I began to fasten my seatbelt.

"Yup, where we going?"'I asked.

"You'll see." He smirked confidently.