Wheels

Chapter VII

"Ugh." Vanessa dropped down onto her seat heavily, causing the table to hop.

"Whoa what's wrong sis?" Bradley ripped open his milk carton.

"Don't ever call me that." Vanessa snapped, her hair whipping Owen in the face.

"Yeah sorry." Bradley held the carton up to his nose and sniffed the milk. "I think I'll just get water instead." He stood up and left to go back in the lunch line.

"No but seriously what happened?" I questioned, turning back to Vanessa.

"Candice is throwing a house party." Vanessa crossed her arms.

"So?" Leo said as he was tapping away on his phone.

"We have to go to it." she replied.

"Why?" I asked.

"I made a deal with my mom promising to cool down a little senior year. I'm always too uptight and constantly stressed over my grades. So my mom wants me to go to every party thrown this year." Vanessa explained.

"That's dumb." Carson added.

"You're dumb, you fucking piece of shit." Vanessa snapped, beginning to stand up.

I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her back down. "Whoa whoa calm down."

"How can I? I HATE Candice." Vanessa covered her face with her hands. Her nails were long and a soft pink color. "That blonde bitch."

"It's going to be okay. I'll go with you." I offered.

"Yeah we all will." Owen added.

"We will?" Carson raised an eyebrow. That dumb ass...

"Yes. Now shut up before you get your eyes scratched out." Leo said.

When Vanessa is in one of her moods it's not pretty at all.

"Geez y'all are rude." Carson pouted while crossing his arms, looking a 5 year old small boy.

"When is this party anyway?" Link questioned.

"....tonight." Vanessa mumbled.

"Oh sorry but I got tutoring tonight so." Carson put his hands up, backing up slowly clearly just trying to get out of this.

"You're going to this party whether you like it or not." I snapped at Carson, sticking up for Vanessa. "We all are."

"Ughh." everybody else groaned.

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"Oh my gosh I need your help stat!" Vanessa said as soon as the FaceTime loaded.

"Let me guess, you need me to choose a dress?" I propped up my phone on my desk.

"Uh yeah duh. I don't know what to wear!" she complained.

"Just wear that tight black dress you have."

"Um no. I've been stress eating so much this past hour that I have a huge food baby. There's no way I'm getting that dress on. Look." Vanessa propped up her phone and stood in the camera frame, lifting up her loose grey sweat shirt to show me her bulging stomach that made her look 6 months pregnant.

"Damn. Just relax it'll go away by the party starts." I reassured.

"Okay but what's gonna happen when I find the bowl of ships and stuff myself in the bathroom?"

"Oh my lord fine just wear your loose grey dress."

"Brilliant!" she hopped up and down and rushed over to her huge walk-in closet, and pulled out a grey dress that went down to her knees and was made of thin material. I've seen her wear it to school before, and she rocked it.

"How does this look?" she came into the frame wearing the dress. It now came up to her mid thigh and her stomach poked out literally made her look pregnant.

"Uh can I come over?" I asked.

"PLEASE!" she said, quickly ending the call. I grabbed everything I needed and rushed out the door, running towards her house that was literally down the street.

I walked right in to her large off white house, since her parents are never home and the door is always unlocked.

I ran up the long staircase and into her pastel pink room that was practically the size of my living room.

"Okay so I don't know what to wear." I panted.

"Girl, same." she rolled her eyes. "You should wear my tight black dress."

Vanessa walked into her closet and came out holding my favorite dress she owns.

"Ah thank you thank you thank you thank you!" I walked over to her and hugged her, feeling her stomach rub against me. "Oh it's even bigger in person." I said, looking down and poking it.

She handed me the dress and slapped her hands on her cheeks. "I don't know what to do!" she whined, falling down onto her bed.

"Oh stop worrying. So what you might look like a teen mom? At least people won't think you're a virgin and judge you for that."

She coughed.

"Hold up... you're still a virgin?" I questioned.

"Um yeah. Oops." she replied.

"Wow. I thought I was a goody goody."

"I've just been waiting until I find the right guy you feel me?"

"Yeah I just wasted mine. Too long of a story, don't ask."

"Oh no we have time. Wait never mind. WHAT DO I DO?" she screamed, her voice echoing throughout the whole entire house.

"I'm sorry but I just don't know of any other good dresses for you to fix that. Do you mind?" I pointed towards her closet.

"Go ahead." she fell back down onto her bed.

I entered her large closet and examined her clothes. I found a pair of high waisted jean shorts and a white flowy shirt that could be tucked in if needed.

"Here." I announced, holding up the clothing.

"What shoes do I wear?" she asked, sitting up.

"I don't know maybe adidas or something." I responded.

She stripped off her dress and first put on the shorts. Luckily the shorts were loose around the waist and stretched out to fit. She then put on the shirt and I could hardly tell that she was a teen mom. Okay maybe I could see it but I just tried to convince her I couldn't. It would go away soon anyway.

"Thank you!" she waved her arms up in the air. Now you get that dress on and I'll find you some shoes.

The dress was a plain black dress that hugged my whole body. It went up to my mid thigh went up to a sleeveless turtleneck.

Vanessa came out from her closet holding some above-the-knee high boots with a 1in heel.

"Try these on." she handed them to me. I zipped them on and they fit perfectly.

"Thanks you fashionista." I snorted.

"Oh please. You practically saved my life just now." she walked over to her mirror and stood side by side to the mirror, and placed her hand on the shirt directly in between the top of her stomach and below her bra. "Are you sure you can't see anything?"

"Relax, you'll be fine. We gotta go right now anyway." I said, heading over to her table where I put down my phone.

"Whatever. Let's go." she grabbed her phone and we both left her room and hopped into her car.