Ten minutes later, I reached Joey’s house.
“Girl! I have news for you!” Joey shouted with enthusiasm.
“Uh huh.” I answered.
“I’ve signed you up for the selection! Now there’s no backing out.” She chirped like a bird.
Oh my. Fancy what the quick peck did to me. I have entirely forgotten about it.
“Okay.” Was all I can say. Geez, I’m really turning into Richard. When I’m vexed, I would say okay just like him.
“The selection is the day after tomorrow! And now I decided you need a makeover session.” She countered.
Picking out an unknown box from her bag, she turned towards me and said, “Lizzy! I have bought these ages ago. It says it works for frizzy hair. Two days to work, perfect! I bought this because I figured you would probably need it for your first date. Now, we would be shopping for shoes.”
“But-” I argued adamantly.
“There’s no room for negotiation!” Joey replied. And the decision was final.
Ugh fine. I never liked shopping.
After she applied the cream that was in the box on my hair, we took Joey’s car to the nearest shopping mall. Trust me, painful experience. Staying your head in position for one full hour? You gotta be kidding me. While Joey walked around the mall to look for footwear, dress and other accessories, I walked beside her silently, offering no opinion at all.
“Lizzy, try the blue pumps.” Joey demanded.
Without uttering a word, I slipped them on. I took a look at my feet and the shoes, feeling unenthusiastic.
“What do you think about them, Lizzy?”
“No comment.” I replied, feeling bored.
“Come on, Lizzy. Get your spirits up!” she demanded once again.
‘Looks like that was your only choice, Watson.’ I thought to myself and sighed.
“Alright,” I replied glumly and reluctantly. Joey was dissatisfied with the blue pumps. So I settled with the next pair of shoe she picked, Polka-dotted D’orsays and then I glanced around, looked for one that caught my eye. It was a royal blue one shoulder dress which flowed loosely at the midsection, but is still flattening to the overall figure. Perfect. I also bought a green pencil dress, according to Joey’s wish.
After purchasing the dresses and the shoes, we took Joey’s car back to her house to have dinner at her house. On the car ride, she mentioned that I have to get a second round of makeover session so I was all gorgeous and good to go for the selection. Yeah, more like second round of ordeal.
Walking in from the gate, I decided to tell Joey about Bryson, because I decided that she was my best friend so she has to know, anyway.
“Joey, you know who the newcomer, Bryson is?” I began to ask.
Unlocking the door, she turned to say, “Yeah, the new hot guy isn’t it? What about him? Are you interested..?”
“No!” I blurted out. “He’s such a jerk! No guy on a right mind will kiss a girl without uttering a word on their first meeting.”
“What? You’re saying..” she needed reassurance, because everything just sounds too absurd.
“Yup,” I nodded my head.
“Why?” now she really needs to calm down.
“I don’t know-” I answered back, being interrupted by Joey again. I rolled my eyes at the interruption.
“He might be your first love! After all he took your first kiss…” Joey’s voice trailed off.
Joey’s bad habit was that she liked jumping into conclusions. I haven’t told her how uneasy I felt being treated like that. How I disliked Bryson right now.
“So, how did it happen?” Joey pressed the matter further.
“He was calling me from the back when I was on the way to homeroom and he kissed me forcefully.” I explained.
Joey’s eyes widened with a grin. Now that was totally not the response I expected.
“Lizzy, do you think he likes you?” Joey solicited.
“I don’t know, he asked to see me after school, but when I asked for Richard’s opinion, he said he isn’t really happy with Bryson, so I just left school.” I clarified.
“Are you out of your mind? You should have gone! He has to give a reason for kissing you!” Joey yelled.
Joey was right.
I got home after dinner with the help of Joey. She was my ride.
At night, before I was going to sleep, I connected my phone to the charger.
Ping! I’ve got a message. Opening up the message, I realized it was a message from Richard.
‘Liz, I can’t drive you to school tomorrow. Maybe you could hitch a ride from Joey? –Richard’
“Oh okay.’
All these problems of not having a ride to school would not have existed if my mother would buy me a car. It wasn’t really a problem, since Richard drove me to school every day. It was only at situations like this that make me realise the importance of a car.
‘Joeeyyyyy! Would you drive me to school tomorrow? Richard can’t make it tomorrow.’ I pressed send.
Ping! My phone vibrated. I have one unread message.
Joey replied :‘Sure thing, honey. On one condition. :p.”
Hmm, what condition could it be? And what is Richard up to? I wondered.
Desperate for a car ride, I agreed readily. My mom would never drive me to school in the morning. The nearest bus stop was a 15 minute walk, I wanted extra sleep.
Without hesitation, I replied, “Shoot.”
Ping! She replied, “I want you to go talk to Bryson.”
Surprised that she asked for that, I replied. “Ugh. Really, Jo? Fine then.”
Can't believe I actually caved in.
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