Girlfriend for Hire {ON HOLD!} [on-going]

Chapter III

I had no idea where we were driving to, but assumed either his house (which is 8 blocks away from our small house on Burley Street) on Carnegy Street or a store, either way, it was fine with me.

"Ug!" I exclaimed, "My mom will kill me if I'm late! She'll hate it if I told her whe-" I stopped as I got an idea.

"What?" he said, looking over at me.

"Nothing." I said, pulling out an old flip-phone from 7th grade. I whipped up a text message (as I have gotten quite fast at typing) saying 'Mom! You'll never guess! I just got asked out by a guy in drama club! He's really smart, and I can't make it for dinner.' Even though that wasn't an entire lie, I couldn't say 'mom the most popular guy in school who i have had a crush on forever is paying me to make his ex-jealous.' "Only my mom thinks I'm with a really smart guy in drama club.

"Well, I'm smart, just not in drama club."

"Right." I thought, just as we pulled up to a really expensive dress shop called 'Le Ve En Rose.' "What are we doing here?" I gasped.

"Well, the dance is in two days, right?"

"Yeah, so...?"

"You need a dress, right?"

"Well, I wasn't planning on going, so, yeah, but you don't have t-" 

"I asked you to do this, so yes, I do."

I squealed on the inside, but nodded on the outside. We got out, and walked into the store, the clothes making me feel inferior. There were so many of them! Green ones, Red ones, Black ones, everything. French music was playing, which made me feel kinda happy inside. *CUE THE MUSIC*

I gravitated towards the blue ones, but one red and black one stood out, and I threw it into the pile on my arms, It couldn't hurt to try it, right? 

After thirty minutes, my arms hurt from the weight of the dresses, and I went to the checkout to find a young woman working there, in about her twenties with a smile on her face, "how may I help you?" she asked politely.

"Dressing Room?"

"Okay, what’s your name?"

"Courtney."

"C-o-u-r-t-n-e-y...right?" she said, taking the lid off a dry-erase marker.

"Yeah." i said as she wrote it on a dressing room board, saying if someone was in there, and more specifically, who.

Noah was somewhere in the store that was bigger than a Walmart, yet had one checkout, and we were the only customers at the time.

I tried on all the dresses, but I only liked one of them, it was blue and short. 

*PIC ON THE SIDE*

"Noah?" I called out

"Yeah?" his voice sounded like it was just outside of the door, and it was. I came out to show him.

"So...is it," I paused, "not me, or...what?" I asked as he actually knew me.

"What's that one?" He pointed to one on the hanger, untouched.

"Um, I guess I didn't try it yet." I said, turning, but he kissed me on the check. "What was that for?"

"Well, if I have to lie, I'm going to have to lie well." He smiled, crossing his arms. I went back into the dressing room and tried it on. It fit well, but I wasn't sure I liked it. I went out of the dressing room and showed it to him. 

"It’s perfect." he said, giving me a thumbs up.