Breakable

Chapter 7- You don't have to change a thing

Forgotten period Junior Year of high school; 17 days until the beginning

I angrily rip the bobby pins out of my hair, restraining a scream of frustration. No matter what I do, no matter how many potions and lotions I put in my hair, I just can't make my curls lay the way I want them to.

Tonight, I'm going out on my first date with Damion. We've talked at school, and since he's given me his number, we've texted 24/7. He's going to bring his friend Zander for Angelique since she told me she wanted to be there to scope Damion out.

I have everything perfect so fair. I'm wearing a cute little white crop top that hung off my shoulders and a pair of high waisted ripped jeans. I don't normally put a lot of makeup on, just a bit of mascara and lip gloss if I'm feeling cute. All that's left is my hair.

I consider throwing it up into an updo, but then I pause. Carefully, as Angelique had done, I run my fingers through my hair, destroying the part I had so meticulously picked out. My waves tumbled over my shoulders in a messy cloud, and I liked it.

I heard a loud beep from outside, and before I could overthink this new hairstyle, I grabbed my purse and ran out the door,

I walked over to Angelique's blue buggy, and smiled and gave a little turn for her to see. She whistled and clapped as I opened the door.

"Damn Mami, you be lookin' fine." I laughed, checking out her outfit.

"But look at you!" I countered, gesturing to her little white floral romper. She flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"Well you know, I have to try sometimes." I laughed and flicked the radio on. Miley Cyrus poured out of the speakers, and Angelique squealed and turned the music up. Screaming along to the lyrics, we pulled out of my driveway.

When we got to the restaurant, my stomach instantly swarmed with butterflies. I ran my fingers through my hair again and smoothed out my clothes, stalling for time. Angelique caught on quickly.

"You're going to be fine sweetie. You look beautiful, and you're funny and kind and he already likes you. Besides, I'm the one who's going to have to meet someone new."

I smiled and nodded. "Okay. I'm ready."

The moment we walked in, my eyes caught on Damion, who waved us over to a little corner booth. An attractive boy sat across from him, with tan skin and shaggy blonde hair. When Angelique came near, he stood up and kissed her hand gently, causing her whole face to light up. She's always talked about wanting to find herself a classy man. They were definitely going to hit it off.

Smiling at them, I shyly looked over to face Damion. As I suspected, he looked amazing, in a tight button up shirt and a pair of plain khakis. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the cheek. I felt flushed.

"Shall we?" He said, pulling my seat out for me.

I nod, giggling as I pretend to curtsey. As he pushes me in, he leans down and whispers in my ear, "You look fabulous."

I smile shyly back, at a loss for words. Angelique and Zander are discussing the menu in depth, doing their best to pronounce the French words. This is good for her. She needs someone, after being single for so long.

The waiter makes his way over, a young man who must be in his early 20's. He pulls out a little pad of paper.

"Can I start you guys off with anything to drink?"

Everyone orders waters, but I can't resist it.

"I'll take a chocolate shake, please," I say, looking at Damion through the corner of my eye. He has a stupid grin on his face.