dear diary | shefani

Entry Nineteen

Dear Diary,

The dance was light night, and things turned out to be more complicated then I thought they would be.

I figured I would be staying home, due to the fact that I didn't have a date and I was not interested in seeing Blake being all cozy with Miranda. I assumed that I would hang out with Alicia, maybe have a sleepover with her.

That all changed when an old friend stopped me after school.

"Gwen!" a familiar voice yells from behind me.

I look to see a girl with shaved blonde hair. She had on bizarre colors and styles, just like me. I knew this girl well. Her name's Alecia, but everyone calls her Pink. Why? I don't know.

"Pink?" I stare at her. We were close a few years ago, but I guess we drifted away from each other. I see her in the hallways, but lately I've been so busy with personal drama, I haven't given her the time of day.

"What's up?" Pink stops in front of me. She smiles, being the friendly person she usually is. She's definitely not innocent, though. If you mess with her, she'll kick your ass.

"Nothing much," I shrug, not wanting to get into details.

She gives me a look. "Gwen, I know we don't talk to each other as much anymore, but don't give me that bullshit."

I sigh. "It's nothing, Pink. I'm fine."

Pink rolls her eyes. "You going to the dance?"

I tense up. "No."

"So, it's something about the dance?" she narrows her eyes.

"I guess," I sigh. "I've got to get going, though. Talk to you later."

"Ah, no," Pink grabs my hand. She pulls me out of the school and onto her bus. "You're coming with me."

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"My house," she rolls her eyes. "Isn't it obvious?"

"My parents expect me to be home," I claim.

"Text them," she suggests.

I roll my eyes, and text my parents. Luckily, my parents are lenient. "So, why am I going to your house?"

"To get ready for the dance," Pink states. "Duh."

"What?" I look at her. "I told you, I'm not going."

"Why not?"

"I don't have a date," I huff.

Pink began to laugh like whatever I said was humorous. "Girl, dates are overrated. I don't have a date and I'm still going."

"I just don't want to go," I sigh.

"Did something happen?" she asks.

"I thought this guy was going to ask me," I begin. "He did, but I freaked out and ran because I'm scared of commitment. Thinking I never wanted to talk to him again, he asked another girl."

"Yikes," Pink hisses. "You fucked up big time, didn't you?"

"Not helping," I mutter.

"Well," Pink clears her throat. "Screw that dude. Just because he's screwing some other bimbo doesn't mean you can't go to the dance. It's senior year, Gwen. In a few months, we'll be walking across the graduation stage. We're about to enter a world where none of us know what to expect. We gotta live while we can, you know?"

"Yeah," I smile weakly. "I guess your right. My dress is back at your house, though."

"Oh," Pink sighs. "Shit. Well, we'll figure something out."

I laugh. "This is why you don't drag people on your bus last minute."

"Shut up," She mutters.

I have to go to bed. I'll finish the rest tomorrow.

Until next time,
Gx.

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