Dahlia is just coming to terms with her sexuality when Billie, the girl who stares too much and keeps popping up everywhere, comes to her school.
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Dahlia's POV ************
"We look hot!" Cadence grinned as she twirled around, looking at her ass in the mirror. I snickered and shook my head at her as I grabbed my purse and put my phone inside it.
I didn't respond, too tired to. I'm hoping I perk up a little when we get to the party, cause right now I feel absolutely dead. It's been a long day and I'm honestly exhausted. I had to wake up early this morning to clean my room and mail a shit ton of packages, then adventure club was a whole mess because Mr. Tomlin did a shitty job of putting the scavenger hunt together, and then, of course, drama club was insane too.
I'm really hoping it won't be so chaotic in the future. If those fucking jerks, Julian and bowl cut dude who I so desperately need to learn the name of, and that one guy who wouldn't stop yelling random shit during the first drama club meeting, Jasper, finally decide to hop off my fucking dick maybe it won't be. On top of complaining about the parts they're supposed to be playing, they made it a point to be loud and disruptive the whole five hours we were at the meeting. It was horrible.
Worst of all, Billie absolutely refused to apologize for treating me like a child and seemingly saw nothing wrong with the way she spoke to me over the phone. I'm still pissed about that.
To recap, this day has been shit.
I feel kind of guilty about going to this party, knowing that Billie told me not to, but at the same time I'm glad I'm going. I need to let loose and have fun after a long and miserable week.
Plus, she can't tell me what to do like that and expect me to do exactly what she says. I'm eighteen years old, and I'm fully competent. I can make my own decisions.
