Chapter 14: Cotillion
Rocky
What does Molly see in that American boy Mason? Almost everyday does she contact him in some way. Phone, email, even writing. What's worse is that she seems to have cast me aside.
Tonight is the schools hat our school is hosting at a restaurant in Briersville, and Molly was taking Mason along with us. Micky caught his sister flu, and so cannot go. Right now, Molls is fidgeting at her dress in the mirror.
Molly is wearing a mint green high-low skirt (that's what she says its called), a cream white shirt under a black short cardigan, and black strap flats. I was in a black and white striped button-up shirt, denim jeans, and Jordan sneakers. Seeing Molly's reflection, I noticed that she was looking unhappy. Maybe a compliment would help.
Before I could say anything, she was mumbling, "Oh I hope Mason likes my outfit."
Steam blew from my head. All I wanted to do was spend some alone time with her, maybe have us get back together. Is that too much to ask?! I guess not, because now some American boy, that we just met, is intruding on my plans.
"What do you even see in him, Molly?" I blurted out. She turned around, confused.
Molly
Why is Rocky acting like this? How come he isn't just happy for me?
"What do you mean, Rocky?" I asked him. He said nothing, and so I decided to read his mind. Up came the hazy thought bubble that only I can see, and I can see things he wanted to say to me.
"I just have a bad feeling about him," his thoughts spoke like an open book. I rolled my eyes.
"Rocky, it's called jealousy," I told him. "Get used to it, because that was what I felt during that incident with her!" Both of our cheeks went red; he knew that I was talking about Davina.
The doorbell rang, and Lucy was downstairs to answer it. Looking out the window, I could see a limo and Mason Sisonpyh with a bouquet of roses. I went downstairs and confirmed my findings.
He went up to me and kissed my cheek, which became redder than before. For a minute I thought I heard Rocky say "I'm gonna kill him" under his breath, but I guess that it was just my imagination. Mason took my hand and escorted me to the vehicle outside.