My Bad Boy's Diary

~Fourteen~ Girls, Girls, Girls!

We knew right where we were going.

There was really only one place in town if you wanted the best, and of course, it was the most expensive.

But that didn't matter anymore!

Kensi drove and we got coffee at the Steam Dragon and discussed what we each wanted, then we headed to the boutique. It took us most of the day, but we finally left, each with the perfect outfit.

Samoane chose a strapless, floor-length gown in a deep teal shade with undertones of purple and midnight blue that perfectly complemented her rich ebony skin. The shimmering material clung to her generous curves and flattered her tall physique. She'd be wearing her long, relaxed black hair braided and piled on top of her head with a few tendrils snaking down her back. It was gonna be sick.

Kensi had found herself a black satin cocktail dress, also strapless, with a poufy skirt and a killer pair of black heels with ribbons that crisscrossed up her slender ankles. She also planned on doing an updo with her platinum, pink, and blue colored hair.

And as for my dress, it was long and red, and the material was real silk. It was the most luxurious thing I had ever had on my body and as I stood in a pair of black pumps, adjusting the spaghetti straps, I knew I looked hot.

The bodice of the dress was Grecian style and had a plunging neckline. I didn't have a generous cleavage, by any means, but I thought that, in this case, it was more posh looking because I didn't.

I still looked phenomenal, better than I ever had.

For the first time in my seventeen years of life, I felt like a real woman.

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Dalton texted me the next day. 'So can I pick u up this time or do I have 2 meet you @ the park again?'

I choked on my cereal when I read his message. My idiot heart went into overdrive whenever he texted me, which wasn't exactly often.

George was watching me from across the table. "So the raccoon is bringing you cookies now, huh, sister? Good-good for you." He gave me the thumbs up over his cereal.

"Raccoon?!" Mitch abruptly set down his newspaper. "What raccoon?!"

Everyone else smiled at his expense.

"Oh, Brooklyn and I noticed a fat raccoon g-going about the neighborhood." George informed our stepdad.

"Really? Awwww, cute." Tabitha said, texting about a mile a minute. "Ugh, my school dance is so stupid. I wish I could go with you, Brook!"

"Don't call me that." I growled in frustration.

"Just one more year, honey." Mom patted Tabitha's cute little head.

I was glad that Dalton was graduating this year for one reason alone; he and my baby sister would never share a school together.

"Speaking of." My mom said, clearing her throat when I met her eyes. "Mitch, I've been meaning to tell you."

Mitch grunted, but had gone back to reading his newspaper.

"Brooklyn was hoping to go to the dance on Saturday, and the boy next door, Dalton, was going to drive her."

Mitch slowly lowered the paper to look at his wife, then he turned and studied me with the kind of gravity one treats cancer.

I sighed. Here we went.