Playing His Little Game

11 - Shopping

Sorry it's late! I'm in the process of moving and I didn't have internet for awhile and i had to whip this up rather quickly.

You guys have NO idea how excited I am to write the middle-end. It's going to be probably the best ending to any story that I've written!

Now to get these simple, but needed chapters out like this one... sigh

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I woke up to someone shaking me the next morning. I halfway expected/hoped that it was Noah, but when I opened my eyes I saw Allyson staring down at me, purse in hand, with her arms crossed. I rubbed my eyes and sat up barely to look at her.

“Why are you at my house at”—I looked at my clock—“Ten in the morning?”

“We’re going Spring Fling dress shopping today and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“No.”

“No,” she mocked me and pulled the covers off of my body. Immediately, a wave of cold air flashed over my bare skin.

“Hey!”

“Hey, nothing. You promised you’d go. Remember the whole ‘it’ll help with the bet thing?’ Yeah. That means you’re still doing this with me. I want to have at least one high school dance with my best friend, is that too much to ask for?”

“Yes.”

“Shut the fuck up and get dressed, you lazy asshole.”

I glared at my friend. Regardless of the amount of sleep I had gotten the day before, I still wanted to sleep. Hell, I wanted to sleep the day away because one: Sam and two: Noah and his new best friend—oh excuse me, girlfriend—Emma. Who does he think he is canceling plans that have been set for years?

“Do I have a choice?” I asked her while rubbing my eyes to bid the remnants of sleep adieu.

“No.”

I groaned but did in fact get out of bed. I pushed her out of the room so I could have some privacy to change and within the next hour, I found myself walking like a slug through the mall with Allyson looking for dresses. I was moaning about how much I didn’t even want to be there while she tried on dozens of dresses, all claiming to have some kind of flaw on them which made it ‘impossible’ to buy.

Why did girls have to be so difficult? This is why I’m best friends with Noah. He couldn’t care less about clothes.

I think that’s a huge thing with girls too. Boys don’t care about what you’re wearing, they don’t care about how cute it is. No, they only care about if your boobs are showing or not, that’s the thing that’ll make them notice what you’re wearing.

Did Allyson realize that? No.

We—she—kept on shopping for a few hours and soon Allyson found ‘the’ dress, as she put it. To be honest, it looked the same as ten other ones that she tried on before it, but not to her, apparently. She was now groaning at me to pick out a dress so I tried on a few, and finally picked one that looked fine. I didn’t care how I would look at this stupid dance, just as long as I got guys marked off my list.

“Can we leave now?” I asked, wanting nothing more than to go home and hate on Noah some more.

“No, we still need masks. It’s not called a masquerade for nothing!”

I groaned and then dragged my feet where she was now headed, ten steps in front of me. I just wanted this to be over, was that so bad?

She just grabbed my hand and started leading me through the mall for the millionth time today. When she finally found the costume store—on the other side of the mall, I should say—I stopped dead in my tracks and pulled Allyson behind a map of the mall.