Chp 7

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Warning ⚠️: there are some mature themes in this chapter

Wilma's POV

"Okay." I sigh exasperatedly. "Let's do this."

"C'mon." Natalie groans.

Natalie sits on my bed, her long cinnamon hair draped over the side. Dressed in a tiny black dress she looks ready to hit the clubs. In reality, we're just going to Bryce Miller's party.

"Come on. We don't have all day." Natalie groans. She knows I'm incredibly nervous to go and am buying time by fiddling around with my hair.

But to be fair, I'm not like her. I've never been to a real life high school party before. I used to spend my weekends in a sweaty, smelly gym practising for competitions. I couldn't have cared less how I looked because I was training, but now I have to put actual effort in.

Natalie's been going to parties for a while now. It must be hard being so pretty and charismatic - but someone's got to do it.

At least I have her to help me out and show me the dos and don'ts

"Alright. Here I go."

I peer up at my reflection and stare at it in disbelief. Standing there is not the sweaty, and rugged girl from before. Instead, a Victoria's secret model stares back at me.

My dark brown hair hangs down my chest in a set of loose curls. Usually it's up and knotty, not as shiny and neat as it is now. As for my makeup, it's done perfectly, thanks to Natalie, who might as well be nikkietutorials at this point.

I stare briefly at the blue dress Natalie has lent to me for the night. It's not really something I would wear regularly since I prefer comfort over style, but it looks amazing and flatters my non existent curves.

"I look like one of the popular girls." I smile. "I look like I could be queen bee."

"Alright - you're already Bruce Lee, you don't need to be Regina George as well." Natalie rolls her eyes. "Come on, we should get going."

"Girls, I brought some snacks - ooo" my mother abruptly enters the room with some apple she's cut up. "You both look wonderful."

"Thanks, Mum." I reply in a sort of groan.

"Now girls, I don't mind picking you up before midnight but I can't come and get you afterwards."

"That's Alright, Mrs Juraez the party's only a few houses down so we can walk."

"Alright, we'll be safe. If you want to take some things before you go - you know like condoms -"

"Mum?!" I plop down on my bed in a act of humiliation. "Please - we're good. We won't be doing any of that stuff."

My Mum places her hands on her hips. She doesn't like being spoken back to. "I am just trying to prevent a future pregnancy, Wilma. Would you like to end up pregnant?" She yells. "Well?"

I groan. Why did I even tell my mum that I was going to a party? I guess I thought it would get her off my back since I don't really go out and do anything on the weekends.

My mum doesn't really have a problem with the partying thing. She knows I'm responsible and trusts me.

I just wish she wouldn't be so strict in other departments. Like one time, I wanted to wear sweat pants to school and she flipped her shit. Italians.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 21, 2019 ⏰

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