You Think I Can't Play That Game?

Changing Room

I slid the changing room curtain open, twirling around in my dress. My friend looked stunned, “wow” she gasped. I giggled before placing on my hair slip.

We looked at ourselves in the mirror. We were gonna steal the show at prom, in our heads. We didn’t have dates, we had each other.

Jazmine was beautiful; her dress was full length, had multiple layers and was candyfloss pink. My dress was perfect, it was a knee length number, with lots of detail, and it was the most beautiful jade colour.

“Let’s go pay,” I said, slipping off my hair clip. Jazmine sighed, disappointed.

“We have to buy shoes!” I said, sensing that automatically her eyes lit up. At exactly the same time we both screamed at the massive spider web above both our cubicles. In only my underwear I grabbed, my dress, my bag, and my clothes and ran into the cubicle opposite mine.

I let out a sigh of relief and sat down. But not on the seat. I whipped round to find I was sitting on the lap of football captain. He smiled, and then grabbed my wrist when I tried to run.

“Not so fast darling,” he whispered in my ear.

“What?” I whispered back.

With a smirk he replied “I heard you entered yourself in the game, is that true?”

I nodded, “It was a dare, and I was drunk. Can I take it back?”

“Afraid not. Thought I’d let you know it’s you.”

Slipping my top on, I sighed. Great. My life is over.

“Whoever is competing is lucky. I might just make it myself.”

I felt my cheeks burn. Biting my lip, I did up the belt of my shorts. He chuckled before looking me up and down.

I buckled up my boots then grabbed my dress and LV bag.

I ran to the till, paid for my dress then left for my car.

I looked at my car. I hated being the spoilt brat. My red A4 2.0 TDI Audi was gorgeous. I was goodhearted and kind, but it was hidden by my wealth so I was the spoilt brat to those who didn’t know me. They didn’t mind when I gave them the gifts.

I was cruising along the road, listening to Nicki Minaj full blast, with all the windows down. I was so into my music, I didn’t realise I was going over the speed limit. That was until the sirens were squealing and the lights were flashing. I pulled over. Shit.