Little Miss Not-So-Perfect

9. Piñata Parties and Minor Revelations

A month later...

Standing in front of Miller in a skimpy red dress, I instantaneously become self conscious. Why do the good girls in all movies make their first makeover outfit by wearing a revealing red dress. I mean, I've worn much worse worse than this, but the material and shape is just awful. I mean, if those good girls wear their first revealing dress, it shouldn't be made of red spandex. It feels like plastic is being rubbed against my my chest, torso, and thighs.

"It's... err... appealing?" He asks rather than says. Miller and I started officially dating last week when he had asked me to be his girlfriend in my favorite low end coffee shop, Starbucks. I'd been casually drinking my new favorite Unicorn Milkshake and he'd asked me very romantically. He'd arranged for the workers at Starbucks to bring out a strawberry cheesecake and had placed a small note on the fork I was supposed to eat it with. The note simply said 'Will you be mine' but that was enough for me.

For the past few days Bellanora irritating me and telling me what a great time she was having with Adrian. I used to call him Aiden because of a joke we once made, but now Bellanora started calling him Aiden too. I had come up with that really horrible nickname with Tyler in 9th grade. This girl named Cindy had a major crush on him back then and found the courage one day to tell him. Tyler and I were standing next to Adrian when she had suddenly said: "I really, really like you, Aiden!" Me and Tyler had burst into peals of laughter since this girl obviously really liked Adrian but couldn't even say his name right. We later found out it was by accident because she was nervous, but we still sometimes called him that.

I go back into my walk in closet and shut the door. I still have to find something to wear. Adrian and Bellanora had organised a piñata party of some sort, so I have to dress to impress. I mean, I'm dating someone so I don't have to worry about Adrian looking at what I'm wearing. I'm obviously not gonna wear a really pretty dress for him, right? Right?

I pick out a purple and light blue dress, something perfectly matching with an actual piñata. The dress had a little bit of glitter on it, making it sparkle. It's like I say: A little bit of sparkle and shine makes it all fine. Yup, I made that up all by myself. I mean, my only talent wasn't just looking pretty. Well, my dad thinks the only thing I can do is look pretty. I wasn't even supposed to go to college. He would've just use his money, fame, and successful business to get me the most well paying job in the country if I wanted it. I remember my first break up. It surprisingly wasn't with Adrian. I had dated Dylan Bishop, the top jock in our school. I'd dated him in year nine, when he was in year ten. It was only logical that we would date since I was the richest, baddest, most popular girl and he was senior to me and the main jock in the football team. He broke up with me six months later because he wanted to 'explore his other options'. By 'explore his other options' he meant explore other girls bodies. I mean, he would still do that while we were dating but I guess he didn't want me clinging to him in social parties.

I slip on a pair of purple Versace platform heels and slightly curl my long, light brown hair reaching almost my thigh. I loved the way my hair was ombré from brown to a light golden-brown color. I pop on a beige sun-hat and tuck my sunglasses into the front of the dress. Quickly doing a natural type of make-up and coating my lips in a pink, strawberry hinted chapstick, I step out of my closet. Miller was sitting in the place I had left him, his head in his hands. Did I take that long? His eyes were closed, a peaceful expression on his face. God, I don't have the courage to wake him up. I was known as an unemotional bitchy person with a bundle of sarcasm for a heart, but the sight of Miller sleeping and looking vulnerable made me mushy on the inside.

I had to wake my Sleeping Beauty otherwise he'd just sleep for an hour or so. I gently rub his shoulders and he sighs. I chuckle as his eyes flutter open, shifting to me.