Starting Over

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"No, not that one," Kristen said to yet another prom dress.  Prom is only two weeks away and we were both reminded when Darrien texted me telling me he's not going to be my date anymore.

"Maybe if you didn't wait until the last minute to find a prom dress you wouldn't be having this problem," I complained.

"Why I can't I wear yours," Kristen asked for the hundredth time.

"Because, I might still go.  Trevor might ask me," I said with a smile.

"I thought he was going with Abigail."  I grabbed all of the dresses we had in the "Yes" pile and walked towards the dressing room while Kristen carried the "Maybe" pile.

"Yeah, but I don't know if he is still hanging out with her.  I heard she asked him anyway which means it could have been a half-hearted answer."

"I wouldn't bet on it, Cassidy."  She grabbed a purple ball gown and headed into the dressing room and I filed in behind her - she was going to need all of the help she could get.  When she turned and saw my disappointed face she continued to talk, "I just don't want you to get your hopes up and then you end up going alone."

"You know what," I asked.

"What?"

"I think I will go alone."

"What do you think of this dress," Kristen asked.  It was pretty, but I just wasn't feeling it for her. 

“No. Try this one,” I suggest, handing her a gold silk strapless mermaid.  After I zipped it up she turned around with a huge smile.

“This is the one,” she beamed.  And I beamed too.  It accentuated all of her petite curves and the color looked perfect with her loght brown skin.  So I agreed, “Definitely.”

Kristen and I were walking through the food court when were heard the most obnoxious laugh that could only belong to one person.

We turned to see Abigail sitting with a boy at a small table.  He must have said something hilarious because she was laughing until we got to the table.

“Hey, Abigail,” Kristen greeted.  “Hey, Trevor.”

At Trevor’s name I whipped my head towards him and there he was – my soon-to-be husband sitting with his prom date.

I felt a pang of jealousy that I quickly suppressed.  I shouldn’t be jealous; he’s not even my boyfriend.  Instead I exchange a friendly greeting with the two of them and excuse myself to get some ice cream.

“Was that jealousy I sensed back there,” Kristen asked incredulously while I paid for my ice cream.

I grabbed my ice cream before responding, “Maybe.”

“When were you going to tell me,” Kristen asked.

“Tell you what?”

“That you actually like him,” she exclaimed a little too loudly.  An elderly couple glanced with looks of concern before continuing their meal.

“Uh… I don’t know.  It was bound to happen eventually I guess but ever since we almost kissed that one time I can’t get him out of my head.”