Second Chance (#1 Chance series)

Chapter 6

"Oh my god Livy are youfor real, you can not wear that!" Mom exclaims from across the room while she sits on my bed with a hot mug of coffee. She's addicted to the stuff.

I frown holding up my pink  cashmere sweater, scrutinizing it.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Well sweetheart it's a high school bonfire, not a freaking tea party, you can not appear inthat."

"But it'll be chilly," I argue, still not seeing the problem with my choice of attire.

"Whoa! Livy, I honestly thought you had a better sense of style, It's a beach bonfire, and you're in Santa Monica for Christ sake! you're going for sexy cosy."She rises from my bed, coming to stand beside me in my closet.

"Okay..." She rummages through my clothes for a good fifteen minutes before reappearing with several articles of clothing strung on her arm, or very little you could say.

Smiling proudly, she holds up a pair of tiny ripped jean shorts, a white tank that's definitely see through and a strapless black lace bralette.

Ladies and Gentlemen, that'my mother.

She rolls her eyes at my agape mouth but then gasps as her face lights up.

Dropping my clothes onto the bed she runs out of my room, returning seconds later with a stylish long cream cardigan that has fringes on the bottom. I had to admit it was an amazing finishing touch to the outfit she'd chosen.

"Mom, it's a bit too much don't you think?"

"Jesus Liv, when was the last time you've been to a party?"

I shrugged, never.

"Trust me I know this stuff, when you get there no one is going to be dressed in slacks and freaking evening dresses, you'll thank me. Now all you need are your white chucks and a little jewelry."

She digs into my jewelry box and pulls out a pair of gold hoops, a long gold necklace, a watch and a few bracelets.

She smiles brightly as she neatly arranges the clothes she's chosen on my bed.

"If I were you, I'd hurry it up, you've got twenty minutes left," She smirks as she leaves my room. I grimace but change into the outfit.

My mother was a strange creature, when I told her about the party earlier, she'd adamantly refused talking about how it wasn't good for my health and blah blah.

And I gladly accepted, not originally all that enthusiastic about it anyway.

But she'd then burst into my room an hour later, right when I was about to shoot both Phoebe and Brooke a text, talking about how beneficial it would be for me and she was so glad I was making new friends and she wanted me to be sociable.

She didn't want my transplant to stop me from fulfilling my life as a normal teenager.

She was just a blubbering mess the whole way through, I had to admit it freaked me out a bit,so I reluctantly accepted.

I wonder what could've changed her mind, so here I am now getting ready to go to my first high school party ever. Excitement bubbled within me midway through getting read, at the prospect of getting to see mirth filled baby blues again.

I use very little makeup,applying some concealer, mascara, little eye liner and pink lip gloss,pinching my cheeks to give them their usual rosy hue.

I pull my super long hair up into a tight ponytail that reaches the top of my butt. I really needed to get that haircut soon.

I Grab my purse, phone and keys and toss them into my small rose gold bag.

I quickly glance at myself in the mirror before exiting my room and damn do I look good.

I head downstairs into the kitchen with a unfamiliar bounce in my step.

Gran and Mom are sat at the table talking idly, mom showing her something on her phone, as they chuckle quietly.

Sofia is kneeling on the ground by mom and Gran playing with her doll house, While Chloe Ann sits at the counter reading Charlotte's Web, probably for the hundredth time.

I grin as I tug her plait in greeting.

She looks up and gasps "You look so pretty Livy!"

"Why, thank you." I say playfully taking a bow, causing her and Sofia to giggle.

My little giggle monkeys,

"You look beautiful sweetheart" Nan says beaming widely.

I kiss her on the cheek in thanks.

Mom pats me on the back, a tinge of concern on her face.

"You look gorgeous. Did you remember to take your pills?"

"Yes mother, I promise I have, all three of them."

"Good and remember, no alcohol whatsoever. Oh and remember curfew."

A loud honk comes from outside, alerting me that Brooke and Phoebe are here.

"The girl hardly ever goes out Tasmen, give her a little more freedom, be back by midnight Livy." Gran winks and I laugh softly, when mom groans.

I bid everyone goodbye and make my way outside to where Brooke is parked.

I take a small moment to admire her snow white Range Rover before climbing into the back seat.

Brooke whistles appreciatively as she peruses me before starting the car.

"You look hot girl!"Phoebe grins slyly as Brooke agrees.

I laugh in thanks as I compliment them both too, their attires similar to mine but completely different at the same time, and even racier.

"Nice ride by the way,"I say glancing down at the beautiful white leather interior.

"Thanks, she's my baby. I got Lila when I was sixteen."

I raise an eyebrow, "Who's Lila?"

 "The car!" Phoebe laughs as I catch on.