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January 17th, 5 p.m, Home

Today

OH.

My.

God.

I can't believe my idiotic friends.

They have taken me dress shopping!

Yeah, I know for many people, it may seem like the perfect way to pass the time, but not for me.

It turns out; they think it is the best way to pull me out of my depression.

right.

It is true that a month ago, Zach and I broke up.

"Guys," I tried to reason with them. But trying to reason with my friends is like talking to a wall.

"Seriously, I am alright.I am not depressed."

Nick looked at me with a critical ; I hated that look of hers.

"Look Belle," she said in a voice that mothers use when talking to children."You know you need help. I mean, you can't be pining for Zach after all this time, can you?"

"I am not pining for Zach. I did go for a couple of dates, didn't I? That means I'm completely over him."

"Baby, you had a lot of crying jag in the past two weeks."Alex said.

Not. So not.

But the truth is, me and Zach have parted on mutual agreement. We thought we should see other people. Maybe we were not perfect for each other.

But I think the fact that I was a princess overwhelmed them. And besides, they were not Zach.

Why the hell am I thinking about him?

We had parted our separate ways and that's that. We still smile at each other when we pass each other during class. We say good morning and good evening sometimes.

But both of us never even acknowledge the fact that we were a couple before.

I know people may say that it was my fault for letting him go, but we parted on a mutual agreement.

"Okay guys, this is going out of hand. Shopping doesn't change the fact that I can't go out with any other guy."

"But Rick Davis did ask you, right?"Emma asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Oh yeah, that's right. I almost forgot.

I have a date with Rick Reynolds tomorrow night. Again.

The news that he was taking me out had already become the hot topic of conversation in our gossip loving school. Rick being the captain of the track team and being the school hero and me being, well, me have caused much speculation in our school.

But Ron's not happy. He made that clear.

Really clear.

He and Rick don't exactly see eye to eye, but he respects my decision, he being older than me by 15 minutes.

"Belle, did you hear what we just said?"Alex yelled.

"What? I asked impatiently. I was getting tired of this.

"I said, we are going to get you a new dress for your date tomorrow night."

Oh god, please no.

This was a bad idea.

A really bad idea.

But I couldn't say anything. They took me almost all the shops in Manhattan to find a dress for my date.

Gosh, what a disaster. It's not like some exclusive date, so I definitely don't need any new dress for the occasion.

Besides, dad hadn't been too pleased with my new date. I don't know why, but dad seems really weird. He keeps asking me not to go. I thought he was going to ground me or something, but that didn't happen.

Oh my god. Emma just found the craziest dress that you could find.

It was this black short cocktail dress.

"No way you are getting me to wear that" I said

All of them narrowed their eyes at me. I knew I had to give in.

This date better turn out to be good.

January 18th, 6.30 p.m, Limo

You won't believe what just happened.

Alex and Em took total control in overseeing that I dressed up well. When they finished, I could hardly recognized myself.

That dress was a tad bit too short for my liking, but as usual, my friends have tuned me out.

When I walked into the dining room, dad was sitting with his laptop, mom with her Genovian budget for next month, Al reading The Alchemist and Ron on his has made this crazy rule that we need to spend an hour at the dining room everyday whenever everyone is home. We need not talk to each other, just sit there.

"Bye mom, bye dad" I waved at them.

"Bye honey, have-"dad stopped mid sentence when he caught sight of me.

"Isabelle Victorie Moscovitz, where the hell do you think you are going wearing that?"He had put on his stern face.

"I have a date" I said pulling my dress down.

"And you are going to a date wearing that?"He folded his hands

"Oh, get a room Michael. Let her enjoy. And besides, it's not that short"

I shrugged, waved at them and walked out of the door...My friends wished me luck and Jacob took me to the waiting limo.

January 19th, 1.00 a.m, my room

Rick was to meet me at the restaurant.

When I reached there, Rick was already there (considering the fact that he's always late)

He took my hands, glared at Jacob and guided me inside. I could see that Jacob didn't like him and I knew he would love to use his taser on Rick if he got the chance.

We ate seafood. He loved seafood, he told me. But he never asked me what I wanted because I hated seafood.

But Grandmere taught me it is impolite to decline the food someone offered, so I had seafood and prayed I wouldn't throw up.

Now Zach wouldn't order me seafood, because he knew I hated it. Instead he would get him some rich dark chocolate ice cream, my favorite.

Stop it Belle, I scolded myself. You are on a date with another guy, so don't think about Zach.\

WE talked.

A lot.

About him.

How girls were dying to go out with him and I should consider myself lucky (yeah, in my dreams) and how he would be accepted into every Ivy League school in America (Rick was a senior).

I could see why Ron hated ; it was hard to spend 15 minutes with him.

After we had dinner (he paid for it, thank god), when we came out of the restaurant, there was this HUGE crowd outside it, all of them from press.

Seeing them all, Rick turned into a lovey dovey guy. He waved cheerfully at the press and pulled me closer to him.

"Princess Belle" they said, sticking their microphones at my face," Are you having a relationship with this young gentleman here?"

Before I could open my mouth to say anything,

I maybe wrong, but Rick seemed to be enjoying this attention. He took my hands and the said into it,

"Well, we are not exclusive yet, but yeah, we are dating. And plan on taking it further, right honey?"He looked at me

And that look, all lovey dovey,made me want to throw up, which I'm seriously considering doing, with all that sea food inside, but thankfully, nothing came out.

Then Rick did the most-I don't even know how to explain it-shocking, terrifying thing.

He pulled me close and kissed my lips.

I froze. I was too shocked to react. When I finally did, I pushed him away as far as I could and the I did the first thing that came to my mind.

I punched his face!

And then suddenly, Jacob's hands were around me and he was pulling me towards the limo.

I was crying all the way home. I was sobbing into Jacob's shirt, but he was awfully nice about it and even offered me a tissue, which he kept in handy as I had a lot of crying jags in the past month.

Well, I guess that puts an end to my night, although I realized that the nightmare was just beginning…

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