Don't Bet on It

Chapter 13

"So how did it go?" I asked Deena over the phone Saturday morning.

"Good," she relied calmly.

I recognized that tone of voice. It meant she was keeping something from me. "What all happened?"

"Oh, you know, regular date stuff. We went to get food and then we went to go see a movie."

"How are you not more excited about this?"

She laughed. "Trust me, something has happened that is much more exciting than my date with Daniel."

I got the feeling that she wasn't going to tell me, and I didn't want to give her the pleasure of hearing me beg her to say it and getting really annoyed in the process. "But the date was still exciting, right?"

I could almost see her blushing. "Well, yeah...."

I silently laughed. "So how did it go?"

She didn't give me a vague answer this time. She told me in full detail what had happened. It was so cute, and she sounded so happy. My cheeks started hurting from smiling.

"So I'll see you tonight," Deena said finally. "Do you know what you're going to wear?"

To be honest, I hadn't really thought about the party very much. I'd seen Eric once since he'd rescued me from my mental breakdown, and it had been an extremely awkward situation for me. I had no idea how I was supposed to act at the party tonight. "No. What do you think I should wear?"

"I don't know. Someone should ask him if it's formal or casual. I'm trying to decide between a dress and a cute ripped-jeans-and-T-shirt outfit."

"Okay. You ask him."

"Why can't you?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Why not?"

"Because of stuff that happened."

"Are you not going to tell me?"

"You're not going to tell me what's 'more exciting' than your date with Daniel. Why should I tell you?"

"Valid point. I'll ask. Talk to you later."

"Bye." I hung up.

A few minutes later, by phone buzzed with a text from her. We should wear our matching T-shirts.

And then another one popped up: He said casual, by the way.

I rolled my eyes. By "matching T-shirts" she meant the Frozen ones we'd gotten last year. Hers was light pink with a picture of Olaf that said "I like warm hugs" and mine was light blue with a picture of Elsa that said "The cold never bothered me anyway." Which, by the way, wasn't true; I was always cold, and I did not appreciate it.

Sure. Are you gonna wear ripped jeans?

Yep, she replied.

I pulled a pair of bleach ripped jeans out of my dresser. And now for shoes....

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"You look fabusome," Deena said as she walked into my room. She was wearing bleach jeans as well and some black Converse. I'd finally decided on some aqua Air Walks that adequately complemented my shirt.

"Thanks," I replied. "So do you."

"Oh, I know," she said, patting her hair.

"Arrogant much?" I said, laughing.

She nodded. "Very much so."

I rolled my eyes.

She looked down at her phone. "Daniel said he's outside."

I grinned. "Party time."