Chapter Seven
Courtney Vega
-Before the Incident-
Jazz paced around the boutique with her hand under her chin thinking pensively. I don’t know how long she’s been walking around like that, but it’s giving me a headache. “Can you like stand still for one minute,” I groaned rubbing my temples as Lily clipped her name tag on the collar of her shirt.
“Okay if you get a dress here, I can give you an employee’s discount,” she said patting her short skirt. “You know where everything is, right?” I nodded. “Well then I’m going to start my shift before Helen comes around.”
I waved her off as she headed toward the cashier. Lily hated this job. Probably because there was a lot of talking involved and she was definitely not the girl that likes to interact with others. The only reason she’s still here is because she’s saving up her college fund and doesn’t want her parents to worry too much about her.
I glanced back at Jazz, who still pacing around in the same spot we had left her. “Jazz, you look like Dora the Explorer without the map,” I said matter-of-factly when she suddenly stopped moving and frowned at me.
“Do you have any idea why I’m walking around like this,” she asked, but before I can say anything she shouted, “This is all for you.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Um, try not to kill me.”
She rolled her eyes as she went over to the rack of new arrivals. “You’re going to a party,” she said incredulously. “I knew it. It’s the end of the world.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening until December 21,” I said running my hand through the rack of silky dresses. “Seriously, there look more like slut dresses.”
“You’re going as Mason Parker’s date,” she said still muttering to herself in disbelief.
“Fake date,” I corrected her as she scratched the side of her head. “Look, it’s not a big deal. He’s probably just dateless.”
“Don’t you get this,” she asked. “Mason Parker is never dateless. He can go up to any horny teenager and they’ll say yes. I’m having my own suspicion here.”
“Just chill out,” I said laying a hand on her shoulder. “Now help me pick a dress. I hate shopping. So just snatch one and pay.”
She shook her head. “You’re unbelievable. You can’t look sloppy considering the face this is your first party you’re going to,” she said.
I groaned when something hanging out of the rack caught my eyes. “Jazz, it’s a tutu,” I said running towards it. I picked it up and spun around throwing my leg in the air. Jazz’s eyes widened and quickly pulled the dress away from me. “No,” I whined pouting my lips.
“You’re not wearing a tutu,” she warned placing it back on the rack.
“You’re so mean.”
“I don’t trust you,” she said eying the entire store again. “You should stay away from Ollie because I think you’re rubbing off of him.”
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