Chapter Three

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Livvy's Pov

I spent the next week, meeting up with Cass and Damien and sometimes, just Damien. Our coffee date was uneventful because Same ole' Dee was flirting with the waitress named Mia-at least that's what I saw on her name tag-the one with the huge ass tits and huge ass(pun intended), much to my dismay and irritation.
 
  Finally, prom's today and Cass being her extra self, has plans to keep us really busy today and I'm pissed asf cos I had initially planned to sleep in till 3pm, before doing my makeup, putting on my dress and waiting for Trav. Speaking of Cass, my phone is ringing and who else would disturb me by 7 on this fine morning, but my best friend whom I could strangle right now.
I pick up.
  "Biiiiittttttccchhhh! Get the fuck out of bed it's fucking prom day. We've got a cake tasting to get to", she squeals in my ears.
"Shut up Cass, someone else would think it's your wedding we're preparing for not prom", I say as I stand up from my bed and make my way to my vanity to get a look at my raccoon like self in the mirror.
  "I'm on the prom organizing committee remember?, you're just accompanying me to all my commitments today. We have cake tasting by 7:30, spa treatments by 8:45, final venue checks by 10, hair and makeup appointments by 12, and prom dinner by 6:30. It's a busy day so, get out of bed and prepare hun. I'm coming over to pick your lame ass up in 20 minutes".
"I'm up already smart ass", I manage to say as she hangs up. That bitch sure has some nerve.

****

The cake tasting is at this high-class baking shop, owned by Cass' mom's friend. A petite, slender, beautiful redhead woman named Janice.

We're tasting a piece of peach cobbler, infused with a layer of white chocolate spread between two cobblers so it's more like a Victorian-sandwiched peach cobbler, when someone comes into the private cake tasting room.
"Aunt, mom said I should..."
I'd recognize that voice anywhere, I think as I pause with a mouthful of chocolatey, peachy goodness from paradise.

Regina.

I turn to look at her, just as she takes note of Cass and I. She sneers at me and I give her my best menacing look. For the first time really, I am jealous of her. Duhh!, she has my man.

"Oh hey Cass, Liv", she says and Cass scoffs.
With a determined look on her perfect face, I watch a smirk spread across her thin lips.
"So, how are your preparations for prom going girls?". Did I forget to mention, Janice was not in the room with us.
Regina keeps talking like Cass and I are dumb kids. "Damien has a hotel room booked for us at Hotel Du'pac, he's been like smothering me with so much affection, I'm beginning to think he's in love with me and wants us to be together forever", she gushes with a dreamy look in her eyes. And old me has been known for my short temper, so I snap and scoff distastefully and say haughtily, "maybe that's because dude can't wait to fuck your dumb brains out, so he can drop you like a hot potato and move on to the next new thing in town".
Shock registers on her face, for all of a millisecond and then she's smiling like a snake.
"And could that new thing be you Liv?", she says knowingly.
"You wish hun. I'd never touch any guy you've fucked with a ten feet long pole", I say with a fake smile on my face.
"Don't forget Liv, I've fucked Travis a whole lotta times, I'm sure he'd dump prude you before the night is over to come beg me to take him back"
"You wish skank", I retort before pushing my chair back and storming out of the room.

*****

"You should've seen the self-satisfied look on that ho's face as you walked out of the room Livvy", Cass tells me almost an hour later as we prepare in the locker room for our spa treatments.
"I don't know what came over me and why I walked out like that. I was pissed as hell Cass".
We walk out of the locker room in matching thick robes, to the manicure room for manis and pedis.

*****

After long hours of primping and pampering, we're ready. My hair is cut to my bra strap length and curled and my makeup is so flawless, I'm practically scared to look at myself in the mirror. My face is all glowy and contoured and sultry and all things fabulous.

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