Trouble Maker

#6

Trouble Maker [PART SIX]

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Chris decided to leave us two to get ready, although after a lot of persuading we convinced him to come and pick us up at 6:30pm.

Paige, to say the least, looked drop dead gorgeous. I don’t know why she settled for Harry, if she wanted she could have flipping Prince Harry. While she opted for the pretty dress and pumps I tried to get away with sneakers.

“Taylor, my bestest friend of all time since the dinosaurs, please tell me you aren’t wearing that for the party.” Paige cornered me at the bottom of the stairs as I made a dash for the kitchen.

I was wearing ripped jeans (I tripped and they ripped, they aren’t designer), a baseball cap to keep my ponytail away from my face, blue sneakers and a plain shirt with the block lettering of “68” inscribed. My denim jacket tied around my waist and chipped black nail polish on my fingers.

Key word, was.

“Er, yes?” I turned, a half-eaten glazed doughnut in-between my teeth. In my hands I held an unopened bag of caramel popcorn.

“Taylor! Come on you have to dress up with me!” Paige put on a whiney voice and stuck her bottom lip out like she was about to start having a tantrum.

I’ve learnt a lot from Britney’s tantrums, and if this is even close to as bad as she gets world war three was gonna start.

“Fine, but I’m not going near the hot stick.”

“It’s called a curling wand, like you need it, Little Miss Afro.” Paige grabbed my hand, making me drop my popcorn as she dragged me up the stairs. How she manages all this in high heels I will never know.

I sat on Paige’s bed scrolling through Facebook when a message popped up.

H, meet me out the back at 730. FR

I knew those initial goodbyes anywhere, it was a Ryder boy. And it to make it worse, it was Finn Ryder.

A little voice at the back of my head told me that it was exactly what I wanted, but I shook the thought off. No way.

“Tay, I found this, you like?” I looked up from my phone screen to see Paige standing at the foot of the bed, holding a blue dress up. Little white birds were scattered around the material and it was the type that you wore a white shirt underneath.

Being me, I’m not a fan of dresses, or anything girly in general, but this, was something I would wear.

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Pushing golden star stud earrings into my lobes I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I was wearing the dress that Paige picked out for me. Somehow she managed to tame the mane and one side of my hair was in cornrow braids tight above my ear. By force I was wearing heels, although I made sure to take some sneakers in the car, that way I could make a run for it.