I will be switching POV's many times in this chapter so tell me if you get confused. Hopefully you guyswon't. Do not forget to tell me what you think and maybe what you're expecting afterwards.
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"Does this one look good ?", Ellie asked for the hundredth time which caused me to roll my eyes. I nodded impatiently while pacing back and forth waiting for her to finish dressing. She was already wearing a navy blue dress that reached just above her knee, and that dress was the fifth she tried on today. If she asked that question to the whole population of the state, everyone will approve any dress she wears. She was just that beautiful. But she didn't see it that way.
Me, on the other hand, had to pick a dress with long sleeves. I didn't technically pick something as it was the only one in my closet.
"So…should I keep this on or wear the black one before this?"
"C'mon Ellie, just wear anything and let's get going", I waved my hand in front of me for her to hurry up. Suddenly, Ellie's eyes darted from the mirror she was looking at and toward me, she looked with a half smirk. "Don't you dare rush me or annoy me. You don't want me to get mad at you again" She warned. She turned her back to me again and looked at the mirror, this time, fixing her curled hair.
After the fight with her this morning at the school, I wasn't really sure whether to go or not to go to the party with her, but when she showed up in my house with the invitation in her hand, acting like nothing happened, I backed the fight and the idea of getting mad at her away. I didn't even need to apologize, nor did she, in order to be all peachy again. I guess this is one of the perks of being friends with someone as kind as her. She'll never get mad at you and therefor, you'll never lose her.
I smiled at that thought, not losing her. I've already lost enough in my life for someone important to go away again. She was everything I had right now and if anything was to happen between the two of us, I'd kill myself for it not to happen.
And there it was again, the achiness in my heart. It started pounding quickly and it hurts. As if something was weighing on it. I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply, hoping for the numbness that was taking over to go away.
"Heey" My eyes snapped up to the frequent waving of Ellie's hands in front of my face. I blinked few times before absorbing the fact that she was saying something which I didn't hear. Ellie sighed and slightly rubbed her naked arm up and down.
"Do you feel it?" She suddenly asked when she reached for her purse. She grabbed mine too and threw it in my direction. I frowned as I received the purse. "Feel what?" I said looking down at my black dress and straightened it a bit.
"Listen….". Hesitation was obvious in her soft voice. She paused, having a debate with her mind on whether she wants to continue her sentence or not. Daring a look at Ellie's face showed it all. The fear was obvious in her features, the anxiety. And then it hit me; I knew what she meant and yes, I felt it too.
The achiness in my heart got worse and I almost winced at how strong it was. Something bad was going to happen and I feel so stupid for not being able to figure it out. I masked the wary feeling in my guts and grabbed Ellie's hands and squeezed them tightly, wanting nothing more than to assure her. To assure myself.
"No..you listen. We are going to have fun. Just don't care about anything, okay? Whenever you want to be back home just tell me and we'll leave". I tried convincing the both of us, but truth to be told, I got more worried.
"Then someone will have to stay sober to drive back home" She remarked with a smile. I smiled back and pulled her out of the room and to my car.
I reached to the front seat and opened the car but noticed Ellie's eyes on something on the grass of the house's garden. "What's up?" I rushed to her side and saw that she was looking at a black leather jacket on the ground. It wasn't dirty so I assumed it fell just few minutes, hours ago.
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