Pacific Grove Dictionary
Desperate
des-per-it, adj.
Used to describe someone who is not dating the opposite gender or anyone at all.
"Sometimes. you have to follow your heart and break the rules."
Kiana's POV "Oh, come on!" "No, I refuse." "Please, just one night?" "No", I respond sharply to my friend on the other side of the door.
"Fine, I thought that maybe your desperate ass would want to go, but whatever", she says in response. I open my bedroom door for her and she sits down on my bed. I lay back down and stare off into space.
That's my best friend, Ava (below).
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We have been friends since we were in kindergarten and she is far more outgoing than I will ever be. She got invited to a party that's on Friday and wants me to be her plus one, but I refuse to be in social situation with drinking and drugs.
I could probably be very easily peer pressured, what if I say something that I don't mean to?
What if I say that I'm gay?
No one would talk to me if I said anything like that. Goodbye to my very few friends. What if I get arrested or taken away from my family?
But, what if I find someone there who is also gay? That would be a miracle. What if we became friends? Or ever more..
I quickly snap out of my thoughts to the sight of Ava grabbing my shoulders and shaking me.
"Helloooo? Earth to Kiana!" She yells in my face. "Oh my gosh, sorry" I say apologetically.
I hope she doesn't ask me what I was daydreaming about. I would be pressured into telling her the truth. I'd lose her as a friend for good.
"Alright, if you don't want to go with me, it's fine. But you have to promise me that you'll go to the next one, okay?" she says smiling. Oh god. "I guess I have to", I say, forcing a smile. "Yay! The next one is next Friday, we can look for an outfit for you now since we are already together!" she says enthusiastically. Oh no.
I rolled my eyes as she got up and went to my dresser and closet. After looking for a few minutes, she walked back over to me empty handed.
"We need to go out dress shopping, you have nothing slutty enough!", she says with an attitude.
I know that she's my best friend, but when will she stop trying to drag me out of my comfort zone?
I rolled my eyes as she kept talking about the hundreds of dollars I'm going to have to spend because I have to "thot-ify" my wardrobe. After she stops talking, she grabs my hand and pulls me out of my room, down the stairs, out of my house, and to the car. Eventually, I braced myself for what was about to come and I got into the car.
