Origami | YA LGBT

Prom Night

Sabrina's P.O.V.

Once I straighten my reddish hair, I drink the rest of my Iced Chai Latte and sit in front of the mirror to start with my make-up ritual. I can see my fancy blue a-line dress through the reflection, which is on a wooden hanger at the coat rack behind my door. I personally hate to wear this kind of formal attire but tonight is certainly needed. Even though I wasn't even considering going to my own Prom days ago, one of my best friends -Lola- insisted me on joining the squad tonight. Yeah, the peer pressure is for sure real. Besides, I don't need another speech about how inconsiderate I was for not going to support one of our friends. Don't get me wrong, I love my clique. Well, at least I used to.

<<Luckily, school is finally over.>> I think as I put my mascara on <<Which means I will be able to re-do my life from now on. A fresh start.>>

Suddenly, I hear a car stopping in the front of my house and I assume that my best friend has just arrived. To my fortune, she's always there to support me with every decision I make. Although she will never ever leave the group behind as I plan to, I know we'll still be in touch. I mean, I'm being realistic here. Sooner or later, our little squad will be over and I'm going to be the first to quit.

'Oh Briney! You're still on your pj's!' Lola walks into my bedroom wearing a stunning red dress which matches perfectly with her ginger hair and ruby lips.

'Be patience, Lollers! I'm about to finish my make-up! Just give me ten.' I reply as I stand up and hug my friend carefully, trying not to ruin her perfect hairstyle.

'Okay. Mandy texted me. She will be picking us up in the limo soon though.' She announces, taking seat at the edge of my bed 'I'm so nervous!'

'Don't need to be! You know it's going to be boring party after all. Just us four, standing all night in the middle of the scene, criticizing everyone's outfit and telling Pamela she's gonna be a fine without Mark.' I say rolling my eyes while adding some highlighter on my cheeks. 'After tonight, I think my weak relationship with her will be finally over. I'm clearly done.'

'Briney! Don't be so negative! And please, don't start a fight tonight.' Lola complains staring at me with her big puppy eyes. 'Besides, you know I hate this kind of drama.'

'Yeah. You don't call it drama when she does terrible things to us.'

'I do know she can be quite irritating sometimes but she's having lots of issues lately. Remember we are going to prom together to support her. Pamela can be mean but she's still our friend.'

'We're going with her -and no dates at all- just because she said so. It's not my fault her stupid boyfriend broke up with her. He had his reasons though.'

'Mark was an ass and Pam is just torn. And rightfully so. Perhaps tonight's party helps to cheer her up!' My friend was grinning optimistically while saying those words. She's the kind of girl that is always focusing on the bright side of things and hates every single form of conflict. Even if it hurts her deep inside.

'Okay. I don't mind. We will try to have a great time tonight. Either with or without Pamela.' I replied smiling her back while unhanging my dress 'Lend me a hand with this. Amanda is about to be here in any moment.'

After ten minutes or so, we're heading downstairs as fast as our heels let us. I'm not the kind of girl who feels in her alley wearing this five inches stilettos so I have to be extremely careful.

Once outside, when Mom is taking some pictures to us with our professional camera, the pink limo Pamela rented arrives with an stunning Amanda waving us from the open window at the back seats.

<<Classic Pamela>> I roll my eyes, when we're walking towards the car through the front yard after kissing my parents goodbye. Sometimes I don't know why everyone keeps fawning her due to her fashion sense and great taste. Because everything I see in Pamela's world is colored pink. Bubblegum pink, hot pink, taffy pink. And pink is not always flattering. I mean, popular rich white girl plus pink equals a complete cliche. Everyone knows that cliches are dull and Pamela -to me- is not an exception. She struggles so hard to be this ultimate movie bitch she's forgetting who she really is. I hope it's not to late. Maybe the monster she is becoming has already eaten her past self.