(16) Spin The Bottle

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

 

I slid my finger over the screen to answer the call.

 

“EMMA! Are you ready!” Ally said excitedly, so loud that my poor ear was going to get deaf.

 

“Yes Ally. I think that’s why I answered” I replied.

 

“Good. You better, I don’t want to be late. And you better be wearing some kind of dress!” Ally said.

 

“Okay, Ally. I am” I answered.

 

During the school hours together, Ally forced me to promise to wear a dress to the party. All with the words: “I’m gonna confess to Ross that you like him!”

 

Yea, sure got me to agree to anything Ally said. Maybe even to sell my soul to the devil just so I wasn’t embarrassed in front of Ross.

 

So here I was wearing a cream colored short strapped dress that stopped to my mid thighs and matching heels. My hair straightened out.

 

“Then come out and hop in my car!” Ally demanded.

 

“You mean you mom’s car, right?” I teased.

 

“You know what I mean!” Ally scowled. “Let’s go!” I could hear the beep of Ally’s car.

 

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Seeing a whole bunch of people from your school at one place, kinda makes you want to run back home and reading a book till sunrise. At least that applied to me right now.

 

“Emma why do you have that face!” Ally was asking. “Don’t tell me your thinking about books!” Ally gave me a disappointed look.

 

“How did you know?” I asked with an eyebrow up.

 

Ally shook her head. “I know you so well  you could be my daughter” she said with a frown.

 

“Yea, I feel loved” I say.

 

“Well you better. Now get out of the car!” Ally demanded opening the car door locks.

 

“Ouch no need to be miss pissy, Ally” I muttered rolling my eyes.

 

Ally grabbed my hand as soon as we were out the door.

 

It wasn’t the first time I went to a major party with a bunch of people. I mean I was  a cheerleader after all. So, it wasn’t a life changing event. I just wasn’t so into parties that had die hard party people. I wasn’t that kind of person.

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