Falling For Sadie

Chapter Six

Sadie stepped into her room, throwing her floral cross-body bag onto the black duvet. Her lime-green trimmed black smartphone buzzed in the studded breast  pocket of her cream colored ruffled sheer button up. Sage's name flashed on the screen with a notification that she had one new message.

Formal shopping wanna come?

Sighing, Sadie gazed at the stack of homework and textbooks sitting neatly on the top of her desk. When? She texted back.

Now. We can swing by ur house. Wadya say? Appeared a minute later. Sage was just one of those speed texters. Can't I've got wayyyy too much hw. Sadie typed sitting at her desk and cracking open her AP World History textbook.

A few minutes later, a long time for Sage, Sadie's phone went off again. Having just numbered her paper and written her name at the top, she was prepared to just glance at the text, shut her phone off, then get right to work. But it wasn't Sage, it was Kyla.

Hey, hey, girl what's up? How's my best friend coping in South Freak-olina? Sadie smiled at her phone, while at the same time feeling a pang in her stomach.

She's coping. Working on hw @ the moment you? Her eyes slid back to the book after she set the phone down. When it buzzed a second later she silently decided to put off her homework to talk to her best friend, whom she hadn’t talked to in a couple days.

But u r going to formal right? U need a dress! U can do hw later. Come on! Please? Sage's text read. Kyla could text me when I'm there and what do I do then? But then again I was planning on putting my homework aside to text her and I do need a formal dress. I could always do my homework when I come back. I mean we can't be gone that long, can we? Fine. I'll be waiting. Come on by. Sadie grabbed her cross-body bag from her bed and threw on her betrothed (her Chuck Taylor's) and ran downstairs.

“I'm going out shopping with some friends for Spring Formal.” She called to whoever was listening while rounding the banister at the end of the stairs. Outside Sadie could see Sage's white Mustang Convertible pulling up onto the cement driveway. Brooke, Casey and Melonie all sat squished in the back with Sam and Layla sitting on the back of the seats. The shotgun seat was the only one open. They had been planning on her joining.

“Do you need any money, honey?” Paul appeared looking especially dad-ish and aging. In his hands was his tan leather wallet open as he was pulling bills out.

“Ah, no. I have some money that I've saved from the job that I had in good ol' MD.” She said patting her purse and whilst sliding her phone in.

“Pish-posh.” He said in a prim British accent. “You don't need to be spending any money on a dress for your formal. Here. There's one hundred and thirty dollars. That should cover everything you need plus paying your friend gas to Tanner.” He shoved the bills in her hand and kissed her cheek before disappearing back into the family room.

“Um, thanks, I guess.” She replied just as Sage blasted the horn. Turning, Sadie headed out the door and out to the car.

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“Logan, come on! I have to get my formal dress. And you have to get your tux. We're going to be Spring King and Queen again, remember?” Audrey dug her anaconda type nails into Logan's upper arm, pulling him towards the car. His moss green tee-shirt and loose jeans were all slightly rumpled since he had fallen asleep after helping his dad with some work outside. His hair was a mess around his head and escorting Aud to every possible shop, store, and boutique in the nearest 30 miles to try on every single dress, heels, and accessories combination that you could imagine was not on his to-do list.