You're at a party and see your ex standing only a few feet away. Quickly, you urgently have to pretend to be dating the nearest person around you, who happens to be very attractive.
Days have passed since I last heard news of the party. It was now Thursday after school and Constance had met me in the schools parking lot right next to my 67' Black Chevy Impala.
"Ready to get the sexiest dress of your life?" Constance uttered out.
"As ready as I'll ever be..." I muttered with little to no excitement. "Hop in so we can get this over with". Constance got in the front seat of my car and put in one of the cassette tapes labeled Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas. She knew that was my favorite song of all time, so we sang from the top of our lungs the lyrics of the song.
"CARY ON MY WAYWARD SON, FOR THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE, LAY YOU"RE WEARY HEAD TO REST, DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE". We shouted like a bunch of idiots who were having way too much fun. We could care less about the people who gave us weird stares from the street. We rolled down the windows and let the autumn breeze enter the car and flow through our hair. It was colder than hell, but all we cared about at that moment was how much fun we were having.
Once we entered a store that was way too expensive for our liking, I noticed a beautiful black dress that caught my attention at the blink of an eye. I already knew I had to have it. The dress was short and the neckline went all the way down almost reaching my belly button. Once I tried the dress on I knew that it would be the one. Without any hesitation, I grabbed the dress and headed to the cashier.
Friday Night
I prepared myself to put the dress on and damn did I look good. I knew this was a bit out of my comfort zone but I already purchased the dress and as I said, there's no turning back now. Constance already had a ride to the party so that left me with driving alone as if I weren't already uncomfortable enough. I pulled up to Andrea's house and parked one street down since it was, in fact, a big party and many people were there. I can't believe I look like this waiting to go inside a high school party where many of the well-known sex crazy teens were dancing and drinking. That means no alcohol for me tonight since I brought myself here. Yaaay
Ok, here I go. Don't panic. Just a party, no biggie. I said as I tried to reassure myself. I stepped out of the Impala and walked over to the front door where I had to weave my way through a bunch of men and women. I could feel stares up and down my body, where whispers were murmured.
"Is that Vereena?" says some girl who I've never seen before. Yet somehow she knew me.
"Damn she looks hot", says someone but this time it was a guys voice. I can tell you already I'm not used to that.
I try to move past all the comments and make my way to somewhere I could sit cause damn were my feet hurting already.I knew I shouldn't have worn heels I said to myself. Finally, I find an open wood bench where I could sit down and look as if I knew what I was doing.
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As I was searching my surroundings I saw the face I knew I would hate most. It was Carter, and he was only standing a few feet away from me. I knew from the way his facial expression changed that he didn't like the dress I was wearing at all. Instead of fear overwhelming me I felt nothing but revenge. I could finally teach this asshole a lesson. Carter makes his way over to me and quickly I go to the nearest guy I could find and plant my lips on his. I look back at Carter with my eyes open, still kissing the tall, masculine stranger. His face grows angrier and walks off shoving everyone in his path. I break the kiss and look at the man in front of me. Holy shi-
"Well hello there," he said with a low, husky voice. "and who might you be?"
