The New Girl on the Block (WIP)

Chapter X: Chivalry is Dead

Two days. Two days until the dance. I'm so over it.  I don't want to care about it anymore. It's draining me emotionally, and that's really annoying. You know what, I don't care anymore. It's one dance. There'll be plenty more in the future. I'm so tired of caring about it. I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to care about it.

What I want, is to reconcile with Amy, but I don't want to seem desperate. My stupid anxiety always gets in the way. I'm probably being irrational.

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After about twenty minutes of torturing myself, I swallowed my pride and texted her. I don't care about looking desperate anymore.

Signe: Hi Amy
Amy: Hi Signe
Signe: I just wanted to say i'm sorry. i can't stand not talking to you and i miss it
Amy: You have nothing to be sorry about! i was being a bitch and i was acting just as bad as olivia and linda!
Signe: Ugh, don't even mention them. they can fuck off for all i care
Amy: You know, we spend way too much time worrying about them and the boys that we don't even spend time together anymore!
Signe: It's so traditional to wait for a dude to ask us out. who cares anymore? we don't need them
Amy: Hell yeah! hey signe
Signe: Yeah?
Amy: Would you like to go to the dance with me?
Signe: I thought you'd never ask!
Amy: Today is our day. come over and we can hang out. no boys. no stress. just us.
Signe: Ok, ill be over in a few. see you later
Amy: see you

I couldn't help but squeal with joy; Amy and I are friends again and for the first time since the announcement of the dance, I don't give a fuck about it. I have Amy and the other girls. That's all I need right now.

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I soon arrive at Amy's house and knock on the door. Her house was the perfect suburban cliché. A two-story family home with two decent cars parked on the driveway, in front of a garage. Above the door, there's an American flag waving calmly in the breeze. I soon hear footsteps approach the door.

"Hey Signe! Come in, come in." I love coming to Amy's house. It feels so warm and inviting. Especially with her Dad being back, her family is the epitome of the American dream.

I follow Amy up the stairs and into her room and sat on the bed together. She grabbed her laptop and pulled up the dresses and shoes we had picked out a while back.

"What? I thought you cancelled the orders." When we got the news that we weren't going to go to the dance with Sean and Mark, I assumed Amy would cancel the orders for our clothes.

"Nope. I had some hope in me. But hey, we're still going to the dance, just without Mark and Jack," Her faced dropped a bit when she said that, but quickly lit up again, "Also, these shoes are really cute."

"Wait does this mean we still have our mani pedi appointments booked?"

"What do you think I invited you over for?" We shared a laugh and took her Mom's car keys to go to the salon. She called out to her mom to inform her of where we were going and I quickly texted my mom so she would know I wasn't kidnapped or something like that.

While in the car, we sang our hearts out to the radio; it didn't matter the song. We were driving to the salon to get our nails done.

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At the salon, Amy and I quickly befriended the workers there. We shared some gossip and our personal dramas.

"So, pretty girls like you ought to have boyfriends, right?" A worker asked us during our pedicures. I could see Amy look at me from the corner of my eye, worry in her face. But I was content just being there. I had no cares in the world at this point.

"No, we're just kind of just focusing on ourselves at the moment. We don't need any boys in our lives right now," I calmly replied with a smile.

"Amen, sister!" the girl who was helping Amy cried out. We all collectively laughed and continued casual conversation.

We tipped the workers generously when we were done and thanked them. Soon after, we drove to the mall to go and pick up our clothes.

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(a/n: I have literally zero clue about dresses, nails, and heels since I personally don't care for them, so make an image in your head).

The shoes were amazing. Not too high to be uncomfortable, but high enough to make us seem taller than normal. They were absolutely stunning. I almost didn't want to wear them in fear of ruining them. But of course I was gonna wear them; how else was supposed to show them off?

We went on to pick up the dresses. They were perfect. They went accordingly with our freshly painted nails and also fit beautifully. At the boutique, we both got clutches.

When we put all the pieces of the puzzle together, we both looked gorgeous. The nails accentuated the clutch while our shoes complimented our dresses.

"Wow. Just wow." I never want to seem conceited, but I gotta admit, I look great. And Amy does too.

"Wow? No! It's not wow!" Amy seemed unsatisfied and disappointed. Why? We both looked stunning.

"What?! We look great, Amy."

"No we don't," her distressed face quickly turned happy again, "We'll look great when we get our hair done."

"Oh my god, you scared me!" I playfully pushed her.

"Watch the dress!" We laughed for what seemed like the hundredth time today. This has been the best day I've had in a while. Nothing is better than hanging out with Amy.

I haven't worried about Sean all day; Instead, I've been pampered, I've been laughing, and I've been happy. This is all because I stopped caring about my anxiety. I stopped letting it control my life. Maybe I should do that more often.

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A/N: Ok! new chapter! finally up! I have this story back on track, and it feels so good. I know exactly what the ending will be like and what the next chapters will be about. Also, this story is almost over! My first story. I definitely cringe while reading over this, but I don't regret it. More stories are to come though! Thank you for reading; so long, and goodnight!

-bawaow