Once Upon A Slap

(15) Yeah I Bitch Punched That Sucker

"No, I don't really think it suits your figure very well." Rexie made a motion with her finger, asking me to twirl. I did as told.

"I look way too big." I blurted. I wasn't actually that big as a whole, but the poofy green dress layered over my stomach far too much. I reminded myself of a spinach role. Even the colour was matching correctly. This was definitely not the dress for me.

All in all, this dress really popped whatever self esteem bubble I had created for myself. There had been a question itching at the back of my mind, willing itself to break free. It took all the willpower I owned to stop myself from blurting why?

This question single handed, had me rolling in my sleep, frustrated beyond compare. The question was probably the only one I'd pondered over for so long, but still left unanswered.

It was true, I was being very odd about the whole situation, but something felt off. Something felt wrong. Something feels wrong. Something is wrong. I can feel it in my bones that there was something about how Rexie suddenly started liking Cameron after she came onto him and they made out.. Truthfully, I wasn't sure if I even wanted to hear the truth because I knew whatever the reply, it would be filled with lies that would only tip over my nearly empty bucket of patience even further.

Then again, I couldn't take it anymore; living so restlessly. Like I were a thief on the runaway after making the theft of the century by stealing the Mona Lisa. It was awful. Downright terrible.

"Rebecca," I started, slightly fidgeting with the end of my loose braid. It was a bad habit, along with chewing my nails at times.

She raised an eyebrow at my apprehensive tone, her eyes scanning my face. I suddenly felt myself go red, not knowing how to start the question without having it come out offending to her. I licked my lips, my mouth a bit parched from how long we'd been in this shop. I need water.

"Please don't get upset, but are you only hitting on Cameron, because, you know," I trailed off, not really knowing how to end. I tugged at my braid, ever so slightly and bit my lip.

Rebecca's jolly expression morphed into an unreadable one as she furrowed her brows, with her forehead creasing all the while.

"I, honestly? I have no clue. I think it's because when I kissed him, I thought I felt something. Like my whole world was erupting. Then again, it may also be because he's pretty hot and is an amazing kisser." I rolled my eyes at that and her red lips quirked upwards.

I'd like to take him for a test ride myself.

"Or maybe it's just because I want to be the one to tame him, you know?" She shrugged.

No, I don't know. If she was really going to flirt with him for a title, well, it's safe to say I've given her more credit about her intelligence level than needed.

"I honestly haven't a clue. That's what I've been trying to find out." Her wide blue eyes wandered, her mind obviously somewhere far away.

Her dark blue eyes, which were the opposite of my bright blue ones, gave the impression she was in an entirely different world. She looked as though she was fighting an inner battle with herself; a battle that wasn't ending too soon from the looks of it. A pang of sympathy hit me. I had hit too close to home, obviously.

I stood there, not really knowing what to do with myself. I decided to do what I came here to do; find a dress and shoes.

I know Rexie and I were supposed to get our nails done after shopping, but we decided it would be best to get them done before. I looked down at my nails; gorgeous. I'm going to get my hair styled tomorrow morning, before my date. I felt giddy saying the word.