Fall For You

42

I'm not gonna sit around all day letting Luke get to me.

I'm gonna go to that party, and let my fun side take action.

"Samantha Hurt, are you going to let some damn boy take over your night? I don't fucking think so."

Rummaging through my closet, I find a short tight red dress. It's the dress I'm supposed to wear for prom in a few weeks. Tonight is my prom night. And I'm gonna make it last.

I go to my bathroom, and grab my curler. "I need Amy." I dial Amy's number and within seconds she answers

"Bout damn time." Amy says. "What's up, baby girl?"

"I need you." I sigh. "Like, really need you."

"On my way." The phone line goes dead, and I wait it out.

Finally, Amy arrives.

"Sammy! Where are you?" She busts through doors until she finds me sitting on the toilet seat.

"I'm right here," I laugh. "I really need your help."

"I thought you were stating at Luke's?" Amy walks in and closes the door.

"Yeah, uhm, I probably should explain something." I say, scratching the back of my neck.

"Sam..what happened?" Amy leans on the door.

I sigh, then say, "Well, about a week ago, we went to the pizza place after school and he took an interest in the waitress. Today, he went to the bathroom and left his phone on the kitchen counter. It lit up with a message saying something like, "hi baby boy. Are you coming to the party tonight? Or do I need to find another date? I love you" with the kissy face and heart emoticon. It was from her. I asked him about his plans tonight, he acted as if he wasn't doing anything. But then he found out I read his message. And all hell broke loose. He's going to that party tonight, and I'm gonna go, too." I smirk.

"Sam, do you even know where it's at?"

"Nope. That's why I'm gonna follow him. Now," I say laying out the hair essentials and makeup, "this is what I need your help with."

"Well, first, what are you wearing?"

"Do you remember that short tight red dress I bought for prom?"

"Yeah? Sam, you're not.."

I nod. "I am. I want him to see what he screwed up on. Amy, I thought Luke loved me. Hell, I fucked him. He was my first."

"But, what about thr-"

"That was a lie. I didn't want Luke to have the pride of knowing he was my first."

Amy nods and begins working on my hair. "How do you want it?"

"Uhm, small curls? No. Loose curls."

Amy is taking after school classes to become a hairdresser. She's the person I call when I need help.

"Like, this?" Amy twirls a mirror around for me to see.

"Wow, Ams. It's beautiful." My hair is a mixture of both tight and loose curls. "I mean..oh my God."

"Now," Amy takes the mirror and applies makeup. "You're gorgeous without this shit. I don't see why you want it on."

"Isn't that the same thing I told you when we bought our first set of makeup?"

"Shut up. Here," Amy hands the mirror back.

I look like a totally different person. Like a Disney Princess, per say.

"That boy better be glad I'm a girl. I'd whip his ass if I had a penis."

I laugh at Amy's comment and slip my dress on.

"How's it look?" I slide my hands down my stomach to even out the wrinkles.

"Ah, damn. If I were gay, I'd fuck you. No joke." Amy puts the hair essentials and makeup away.

"I love you, Amy. Thank you." I give her a hug and slip out the door. "I'll call you if I need help, okay?"

"Gotcha!"

I walk out the front door and sigh.

"Luke Hemmings, your night is about to be fucked."