Unpredictable - Unbelievable

fifteen.

The next few weeks of school were difficult, but I tried hard to listen in class and harder to avoid Derek. My fourth class, History, was up the stairs he had raped me, so everytime I walked up them, I swore I heard the sound of his zipper once again, making the hair on the back of my neck raise.

English was the hardest class to avoid him in, for whenever I was actually in the classroom (usually I got out by saying I needed to work in the library) he would take the time to glance at me constantly, with his piercing eyes making my heart pound with fear.

It was near Halloween time now, and the area that I lived had even more frost on the ground than before. The Halloween dance was tomorrow, and Derek had been constantly texting me, begging me to go with him, even though I had dumped him ages ago.

Things had been great with Xavier though. We hung out at lunch every day, and he drove me home after school. Sometimes the two of us would skip the rest of the day after lunch, just parking in random parking lots and singing along to our favorite songs.

Xaiver and I were now making our way through the mall, scoping out stores where I could find new clothes. I had trashed most of my clothes awhile ago, to forget about Derek, and I was getting sick of wearing the same clothes over and over.

"What about Stitches?" I asked Xavier as I seen the large sign for the store. He shrugged his shoulders, and we both walked in to check it out.

I picked out a couple pairs of ripped skinny jeans, some t-shirts and knit sweaters, and went to the changeroom to try them on. Everything I tried on looked decent, but Xavier thought different. Everytime I walked out in a new set of clothes, his smile grew larger and larger.

"All that stuff looks great on you," he said kindly as I left the change room. "But, you need something else."

"What do I need? I have pants, shirts, and combat boots. What have I missed?" I asked, a little bothered.

"You need," he began, pointing at something hanging on the wall, "that black dress." It was a mid-thigh lacy black dress, with a sheer t-shirt neckline. I thought it was beautiful, but didn't see the need for it.

"What do I need a tiny dress for? It's almost winter out," I asked with a laugh.

"I just thought.... if you want to, um, go to the dance," he said, looking at his converse shoes nervously. "Just to show Derek that you're doing better."

"That is a good idea," I said, walking away to ask a woman to bring the dress down for me. I walked over to a changeroom, and tried it on, feeling surprised at how well I looked.

I walked out for Xavier to see, and he quietly gasped when he seen me. "You are going to blow Derek away in that dress," he said with a smile. I smiled back, and we went to buy the dress.

"Wait, I can't go to the dance alone," I started, knowing what was going to happen. "Xavier, you are going to have to go with me," I told him happily.

"I thought that was the plan all along," he replied with a wink, smirking. I laughed and we left the large mall, so he could drop me off at my house.