Lament

Chapter Two

The mall was very crowded with people shopping for the holiday season. I loved Christmas- mostly because I got a lot of stuff with no strings attached. Last year I got a Porsche 911 Turbo and the year prior I got a silver truck that I usually drove to school.

            "Let's go in there." Levy pointed at a boutique. The dresses looked very expensive- that's exactly for what we were looking.

            It was filled with dresses of all shapes and sizes. Different shades and hues littered the racks and the shoes were always one of a kind.

            "How may I help you," A woman in her early twenties asked us.

            "Yes," I said, "we need dresses for a party this weekend."

            The woman nodded. "Follow me and I shall situate you."  She led us through the racks to the very back of the boutique where we could change."

            "What color would you both prefer?" She asked politely once we were seated in some nearby chairs.

            "A unique shade of purple," Levy answered while picking up a magazine.

            The woman nodded and turned to me. "And you, Miss?"

            "A bright green- lime, even- color, please." I requested. The woman turned to leave, but I stopped her. "What should we call you?"

            "Oh, my apologies miss. You may call me Callie." The she disappeared through the door and we were left alone.

            "Who's going to be there?" I asked Levy.

            She shrugged. "People we know and others we don't," she answered without looking up from the magazine.

            I rolled my eyes. "You know what I mean. Anyone in particular that you want to see there?"

         Levy sighed, but she still didn't abandon her 's magazine. "There's always someone who catches my attention," she claimed, "But you know how I get bored easily."

            "No need to remind me, I know too well that you get bored fast."

            "Here we are." Callie announced as she reentered the room with six dresses. "I brought you both three to try on." She hung them all on separate hooks.

            "That will be all, Callie." I said, and she left.

            Levy took a long, critical look at each dress. "Hm... Definitely not that one." She gestured to a long, dark purple dress with ruffles that traveled from the right shoulder to the left hip.

            I shook my head. "Nope."

            She quickly picked up a deferent dress and trotted behind the curtain to change.

            I contemplated about my three choices. My first dress was completely covered with sequins- I didn't want to look like a disco ball. My second choice extended to my ankles so it was definitely a no. That left me with the last dress: it was a knee length dress with a tight bodice and lace that embroidered the bottom and straps. Levy walked through the curtain from the dressing room and I held up my dress.

            "I approve." She grinned. After I paid for our apparel, we headed to a local grill and bar to get some smoothies.

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            I sipped my strawberry smoothie while Levy went on about who was going to the party. I mostly spaced out and focused on a guy who was standing behind her. He worked at the bar, and I kind of had a crush on him.

            "Eona!" Levy nearly shouted.

            I blinked. "What."

            "Ugh," she groaned, "you weren't even paying attention to me, were you?"

            I raised my hand a pinched my index finger and my thumb loosely. "Just a little."

            Levy over her shoulder. She then quickly snapped around and glared at me.

            "What?" I defended.

            "You know he's, like, twenty-two."

            "Never stopped you." I retorted and shrugged. Levy's eyes narrowed to slits. "Besides," I continued, " I'm seventeen- going on eighteen."

            "So," Levy argued, "Most likely he will use you as a one night stand and then dump your ass by the bus station."

            It was my turn to glare at her. "Bitch."

            Levy raised her eyebrows. "Call me what you may, but you know it's true."

            "Yeah. It's true that you're a bitch."

            "Eona-." I cut off Levy as I pushed back my chair. She looked at me in confusion and turned her seat as I walked past her towards the bar. "What are you doing?"

            I turned my head and smirked. "I'm proving you wrong." I stopped at the stool and seductively leaned against the counter. He saw me and immediately smiled crookedly. Abandoning the girl he was waiting on, he made his way cockily to my end of the bar.

            "Aren't you a little too young to drink?" He advised.

            I smiled and shrugged one shoulder. "Depends on who is asking."

            He chuckled softly. "So what brings a big city girl here to this crappy town?"

            I pretended to think about it. "Well, I was born here, and I happen to know where this great party is going to take place."

            He raised his eyebrows and grinned. He was dark and fair, with brown hair cut short. His arms bulged with strength, and he had a strong jaw. "Am I invited?" He asked.

            "Only if you want to be." I teased.

            He nodded once and stuck out his massive hand. "I'm Klyde."

         "Eona." I shook his hand with victory. "Saturday, 9776 Wickery Lane at ten. Can't miss it."

        Klyde nodded again. "See you there, Eona."

        I turned and walked back to my table with Levy.

        "He's coming to the party." I announced after I took a sip of my smoothie.

        Her eyes bulged. "Really?"

        I nodded.

        "Wow," she scoffed, "you have to teach me how to wrap men around your little finger.

        "That- my friend- is a secret, and it will remain a secret."

            Levy sighed. "You're so lucky to have your charms."

        I then started to laugh, and she soon joined in.