The Fuckgirls' Secret

Page|27: He was James?

"Guess what happened at the party last night?" An excited Courtney talking over the phone said in freaking 6am in the morning. My head's still aching and my limbs were flat out on the bed. I can't move myself up even if I tried to. I felt heavy. Stupid hungover.

"What is it, Court? You're freaking me out. And I have a hungover, like a bad hungover." I said, the grumpiness showed in my tone.

She laughed then came to a stop suddenly. "Wait, you're gonna be fine for later right?" she asked out of the blue. What did she mean by later? When I didn't answer she continued. "Dinner with my cousin, hello?" I chuckled.

"Oh, I don't know. I don't feel too well." I answered boringly, coughing in purpose.

"Oh, don't you play with me. My cousin needs you there. You need me there. I'll be at your house at 5. You better be ready by then I'll bring Kate to do your make-up, and Millie too-for backups." She laughed and I didn't feel relieved about it.

"But I don't have a dr---"

"Don't worry about your dress, I already bought you one. And it's perfect."

"What?"

"See you later, babe!" the line went busy.

Oh, shit. What am I gonna do? Am I really going there and pretend that Brandon and I were lovers. Much worse, in front of his parents. Can I do that? Of course I can...

I wanna cry right now.

This was all Brandon's fault.

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Oh, my. What did they do? I looked like going on a date. "Holy shit! You look amazing!" Courtney squealed as she assessed my finished product.

"Totally!" Millie added, her eyes gleaming as she smiled at me. I smiled shyly back at them. My fingers ran down to smooth my super-fancy-dress-curtesy-of-Courtney. It was silk, and it flowed down and ended on my knees. It was very formal, sweet, but elegant because of the red silk fabric. The lack of sleeves exposed my bare shoulders and arms.

Kate stood beside me in front of my full-body mirror. "Thank Goodness, I did great, it's not over-the-top but rather a mellow-rose-pink hue on your lids. Keeping it a little bare of foundation because you already had flawless skin. And to top it all off...I put red matte lipstick to contrast the minimal look." She said as she put her hands on my shoulders.

"Great." I said, smiling at her.

"You're so ready to have a date with your boyfriend's family." Millie murmured.

"What the fuck, Mil! I told you he's not my boyfriend." I defended myself.

"Oh, sure...let's just see after...like...a week or a month. You're gonna be his real girlfriend. I totally ship you guys!" She squealed while clapping her well-manicured hands.

"Yeah, totally." Courtney added. I wanted to face-palmed myself if not for my beautifully made-up face. "What do you guys think, Amdon? Bramelia, Ameldon---Oh, what about BrAmy?" Courtney wiggled her brows at me.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Millie squealed with delight. I looked at Kate for help and she instantly noticed my mortification and she walked closer, wrapping her arms on Millie's.

"Oh, God. Stop it. Stop shipping Brandon with Amy." Thank God, Kate's saving me from all the embarrassment. I smiled at her sheepishly and she returned it with a smirk. "Because I think Amy and Jake looks much better." Okay. That was rude. I glared at her. After all this time I thought I found an ally, but it sucked that I don't. Courtney and Millire raised brows. "What do you think of Jamy, AmJake, or Jamelia?" Kate continued as Courtney threw a fit of laughter while my jaw remained hanging.