Dinner

Chapter 3: On My Way

The next day. . .

Suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable from my position in bed, I turn over and then fall onto the floor not realizing how close to the edge I was, or that I sleep so close to the edge anyways for that matter.

"Oomf!," I groan as I slowly get up.

I then walked over to my bathroom-which by the way is pretty huge, considering the fact that I live in a 4 bedroom house-I strip out of my clothes and step into my walk in shower with sandstone floors and grab my Vanilla scented body wash. Slowly, I lather the body wash all over me and then scrub myself down.

Stepping out of the shower, I walk over to my closet and pull out a pair of my favorite silky black joggers and throw on a black and white shirt that says 'Chill Sis.' Lastly I slip on a pair black jordans and then head downstairs and make breakfast.

After eating 5 pieces of bacon, waffles, and eggs I go to the living room and sit on the couch turning on the T.V. I Couldn't find anything to watch so I put Impractical Jokers on.

Hours pass by and I'm still watching T.V. Then it hits me. I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to dinner with Jack-I mean Zack. I still don't know why I agreed to go to dinner with him. He doesn't deserve my time. Might as well get this over with.

Looking at the time, which read 5:45, I decide to head upstairs and get ready. Walking back upstairs I go back to my bathroom and do my hair. Grabbing the curler, I twist my hair and style it the best way possible. He's going to regret he ever played me, and I'm going to make sure he sees what he's missing out on.

Soon as I'm done with my hair I quickly brush my teeth and then head over to my closet to look for dresses. . . assuming I have any. And I was correct, not a single dress could be found in my closet.

"Damn," I mentally curse myself. Better go to the store real quick. With that in mind, I rush out of the house and quickly get in to my Purple 1980 Ford Mustang Shelby gt500.

Finally pulling out of the driveway I suddenly get a text from someone.

1 new notification from Zack

"Hey, wanted to check in on you, and let you know that I'll be picking you up at around 6:40."

Oh Shit! No no no no. He better not come by, I don't want him here. Thinking out of impulse I quickly reply.

"Umm, how about no, and where the fuck is it that you're taking me anyways?"

Bzz bzz. Damn, his reply game is strong with a capital S.

"Can't tell you. ;)"

"Yes you can."

"Hmmm, no, no I don't think I can."

"You can either tell me or we can cancel this little dinner date you have planned. :)"

"We're going to Palme d'Or. ;)"

Did I see that right? I must be trippin or somethin.'

"The hell do you mean we're going to Palme d'Or ????????"

"Figured you'd like it :)"

"The hell you did. Probably got that skank over there to help you to figure that one out," I spat.

"Whatever, just be ready by then."

"Whateverjustbereadybythen," I mocked.

"Not fun-!"

I just literally can't with him. He's irritating right now. Now I gotta rush to get a dress.

I finally made it to the store and rush to the clothing area and soon enough I come across the dresses. There were multiple dresses varied in different colors but the one that stuck out to me the most was this beautiful dark blue dress that's flowy at the bottom, sleeveless, and collared around the neck. Satisfied with the dress I got, I rushed over to the counter, but then I remember I don't own any heels. I quickly make a left past the checkout counter and head over to the shoe section.