I got in the car with my asshole father. He started going on and on, about how what I did was normal, and how he wasn't pissed. Andy, this, Andy that. Then he'd gone to a new subject: "Who was that girl?" I stayed silent for a few seconds. He asked again in a more firm voice. "My girlfriend." I replied absent-mindedly. It wasn't official, but what I knew was that my new love for her was official. I loved Allison. And I only hoped she felt the same way. "And I haven't heard about her why?" he asked nosily. "We only started going out today." I, again, replied tone-less. "She's very pretty. You picked a good one." What an asshole. When we got home, my mother was, as usual, out with her friends. I walked upstairs and sat down to think about Allison. I didn't have her number, email, anything.
I didn't think what happened was real. I thought maybe he was teasing me, like all the other people did in the school. But, I loved him. I looked in the mirror, and looked at the new me. Claire is a genius. I grabbed my purse, and dumped everything in there in the trash can in the corner of my room. If I were to maintain my look, I wanted to start over. Claire had given me her number whenever she was giving me the makeover. I dialed her number and she picked up the second time. "Hey, Claire." I said. "Who's this?" she asked. "It's me, Allison. From detention?" "Oh! Hey! Whatcha need?" she asked cheerfully. "Um, I was wondering if you can take me to the party? To see Andy?" I asked nervously. "Yeah, I'll call him and ask if hes still going. Want me to fix you up? I have some extra clothes." She offered. "You don't need to." I said. "But I want to. Can you come over?" she asked. "Sure." She gave me her address, and I asked my dad to borrow our piece of shit purple car. As usual, the answer was, "Don't give a shit." I grabbed the keys, and thanked the lord that I was leaving this dump another night.
