The badass princess 👑

Chapter 6

Aiden?

"Uhh. Thanks." I dust off my shoulders awkwardly even though there was no dust on me.

He shrugs. He flipping shrugged. Oh my god. Not even a 'you're welcome.' Okay.

I look around and spot Tyler talking to Ashley, that silly bitch. I stride over to them.

"Hey Ty. Do you want to practice the dance?"

He stops his conversation and once again Ashley clenches her jaw, and stares at me with her dark brown eyes.

"Yeah. Let's go."

I smirk at Ashley- ha I took your man. Well- my man friend.

We stand in a formation- me in the middle of the stage. Aiden on my left and Tyler on my right. Lola, on the side of the stage. Tyler pulls me to the side of the stage waiting to come on. Tyler holds my waist as I developé. The dance goes on and on, we have improved so much since our mini solos a few days ago.

The day whips fast like Ice cream. Deliciously fast.

My phone beeps. I roll to the other side of my bed to grab it. It's from Lola.

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Lola: Hey, coming to yours @ 6. Getting ready for Tyler's partyyyyy!

Kyla: Okay.

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Thank god it's Friday. And I completely forgot. It's 4pm and I lay on my bed thinking of all the possible scenarios that could happen. One is that I don't go to the party at all and just sit in my bed and watch The Vampire Diaries or Teen Wolf. Or both. The second option is that I just go to the party with Lola and have fun and be a teenager. I like the first option but in this complex case I don't have an opinion- or an option.

I come to a conclusion that whilst I'm waiting for Lola to come I should decide what to do with my hair. I twist my hair into buns and all sorts of positions. All of them make my hair look as if I've been electrocuted.

I capitulate and swing my arms down with tiredness from holding up my nest and onto my lap. I call Tyler to get a second opinion.

He picks up within 10 seconds.

"Hey Kay."
"Hey Tyler, I don't know what to do with my hair." I groan.
"I think you look nice when you leave it out, but you look beautiful in anything."
I blush, for the love of god though, that was no help.
"Okay. Thanks, I have to get ready so... bye."
"Bye, ma Cherie."

I hang up and take his advice, I reach into my desk and grab my curling iron. I do loose ringlets but poof and run my hands through my hair to make it look like I have volume.

Time ticks away in minutes, leaving only ten minutes until Lola arrives. What can I do? I question myself. Ah! Makeup. I dab on red lipstick and apply some mascara. There I look fine, the only thing I need is my dress.

The doorbell rings, and I heater-skelter down the stairs. I swing the door open.

"Hey girl!" Lola squeals.
"Hello."
She yanks me upstairs. And drops all her stuff- more like a suitcase- next to the door. She stares at me as if I've told her a story about a unicorn when we were seven. Yes, that look.

When she finishes staring at me she rummages through my closet. Tearing dresses away like wax on your legs. Finally she exits my closet and motions me to try on the dresses. She places a black plain body con dress that ends at my knees and pushes me into the bathroom. I come out a few minutes after and I'm unsure about whether this is the dress I'm going to go for.

After 15 minutes of trying on dresses, she finally pulls out a red v neck dress. I love it, but I love it even more when I try it on. The only dress that compliments me well and my lipstick.

Lola later comes out in her dress, of course she looks stunning and we both peep at each other.

"Kyla, you look so nice!" She compliments me.
"You think so?" I pat down my dress.
"Of course."

We hop into my car and we jet off to Tyler's. We both jam and sing to 'sleep talking.' By Charlotte Lawrence.

I hold my breath and knock on the door. Tyler peeps his head round and takes in how I look.
He is stunned and speechless, not saying a word for at least a minute. I playfully push him.

"Wow- Kyla. You uh-uhm look a-amazing."