Zana Mccarthy is a bad girl with a reputation to scare, but she does a good job of balancing the good, the bad and the ugly in her life. But this all changes when Zana finally goes on a date with her long time crush, Jackson who subsequently leaves...
It was the end of the week, just two days since I had that disastrous date. I was feeling aweful, even though I blew up Jackson's car. There was only one thing a girl like me could do when feeling "under the weather" so to speak. Party.
It will be the only thing that will lift my spirits while finding me a cute date.
As I sat in my room looking dreary into the mirror, my phone rang.
"Hello?" I ask doing my mascara.
"Zana! OMG! You won't believe what I just found out!"
"Yeah! What?"
"Diana's having a party tonight!"
I nearly dropped the phone and smeared my mascara. I was fuming with anger already.
"The bitch is having a party! And didn't care to fucking text me. She did it now!"
She broke the bad girl/friendenimy code. Though we were emimies, when other threats came we would band together and fight the threat, parties invited by text or a simple 'party, my house text details'. But never, never was a bad girl allowed not to invite one to another.
"The bitch broke the code! Oh she will pay!" I say gritting my teeth.
"So? What do want to do?" Zada asks.
I took in a deep breath, lowering my mascara had to the dresser top.
"We're. . .going to crash her party."
"Great. I'll text Zoey."
I finished doing my mascara, I then got up and walked over to my closet flying it open. It was time to dress drop dead gorgeous. I wanted to party, and there it was.
I picked out a black, short dress with thin straps. It was hylo on the side.
(Can't explain this dress. You'll have to see it to understand!!)
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(Also! Not Zana's body. My girl is well endowed!)
I put on a pair of pumps to match, then I was ready!
I ran downstairs and then straight to the door. I ran to my car, threw my purse in the front seat then hopped in the drivers. I started my engine and sped out of the driveway, like I was in hot persuit. I headed to Zada's house. She was standing out front with her usual model stance.
Zada was drop dead gorgeous with a body con blue dress that lined her upper thighs. In the middle it was transparent with netting, showing off her belly. It was a heart barell at the top. Her long dirty blonde hair styled to the side. Dangling gold hop earrings were hung from her ears.
She ran to the car and hopped in the front in the front next to me. I gave her a quick nice over.
