I am sorry the last chapter was so short! I will try to make this one longer! I'm also sorry that Warren may be OOC once more v_v. Many of you may think Layla is waaayyyy OOC but as I mentioned in chapter 1, she is going to change. Not much, but enough to notice. Alright...on with the story I guess.
Layla was awakened from her dreams by her door slamming shut. She rolled over and grunted, falling back asleep.
Something hit her head...hard. Layla jolted upright in her bed and sent a glare towards her rude attacker.
"Wake up and smell the dew on the grass! I can't believe your still sleeping! Get you're ass up and get ready!" Said a fuming Magenta.
Layla, still clutching her head, glanced at the wall clock. Her eyes went wide as she realized it was 30 minutes 'til noon. She jumped out of her bed and dashed into the bathroom. She shaved, showered and got dressed all before rushing out of the bathroom to see her punk friend looking through her drawers.
Magenta glanced over at Layla and threw her a skeptical look. "What the hell are you wearing?" She said, addressing to the green dress that made her look like a nun.
"A dress? Why? What's wrong with it?" Layla asked, offended.
Magenta rolled her eyes. "I'm picking out you're dress if that's the style you'll be looking for. You have no say in it, green girl." Magenta rushed out so Layla wouldn't protest.
Layla sighed as she searched for the money she had saved for her dress. Once she found it, she sighed again and started heading out.
"Wait, how much you got there?" Magenta asked.
"About 350. Why?" Layla asked curiously.
"Here." Magenta said as she bought out her fat wallet. "You won't get anything with that amount." She said as she handed Layla some more money. "And don't complain! I have enough." Magenta snapped.
"Layla, I know it isn't wise to argue with you but, I can't accept the money." Layla said as she handed the money back.
Magenta stuffed the money into Layla's dress. "It's either give it to you, or return it to mom so she can buy herself a day at the spa. I choose you." Magenta said as she dragged Layla downstairs.
"You're the best Magenta."
"I know."
"Mom! We're off to the mall! We'll be back at four or five!" Layla yelled back upstairs.
"Have fun and be careful!" Came her muffled response.
With that, the girls headed to the bus stop. In 30 minutes they made it to the mall. 8 waiting for the bus, 17 taking the trip and 5 trying to get Layla's dress out from where it had gotten caught.
"Come on, we're going to that new shop they opened in the mall." Magenta said as she dragged Layla with her. "I don't know what it's called, so don't ask." She said simply.
"Can you stop dragging me around?" Layla asked as she escaped Magenta's grip.
"Sorry, no chance. You were sleeping when you were supposed to be ready. You're arm is mine." Magenta said with a smirk.
Layla rolled her eyes as Magenta once again captured her arm and dragged her the rest of the way up to the shop. She didn't let go until they were fully inside the store.
"Alright, stick by me cause I'm picking you're dress." Magenta ordered. She looked back to face Layla but she wasn't there. Magenta growled as she searched for her friend. She found her immediately, gaping at a long, green dress. Magenta tugged her away from the dress, dragging her away saying only a simple "No."
"But-" Layla started to protest.
"No." Magenta snapped as she dragged her through aisles.
After 2 hours of walking up and down, 2 hours of searching through hundreds of dresses, Magenta and Layla ran into their dream dresses, which ironically, were set up side by side.
"Oh Magenta, that dress is beautiful!" Layla gushed at the long, dark green dress, adorned with cheap gold.
"Yeah, for a tree maybe. I'm picking you're dress. That's the second worst choice you've made already." Magenta said.
"Don't I get three strikes?" Layla whined.
"You had you're first when I had to wake you up and wait for you to get ready." Magenta said as she bought down the dress she liked.
Layla looked down embarrassed. "Right." She mumbled.
"Now this, is a beautiful dress." She said as she dragged Layla to the dressing rooms. "Wait here. Don't go anywhere." Magenta said just before disappearing behind the door of the small dressing room.
Layla sighed as she waited for her friend. Minutes later, another person came out of the dressing room.
Layla gasped at the woman before her. "Magenta?" She asked in disbelief.
"What do you think? Pretty, ain't it?" She said as she spun around slowly in the bustier dress.
Every inch of the dress was beautiful. It reached down to her knees. It's purple, matching her highlights perfectly. The bustier had black lace lining at the very top, going around fully. It tied at the back, crisscrossed. The skirt was purple as well but protruding from underneath was black tulle that was an inch or two longer than the skirt itself. At the waist, there was a black sash tied at the side. The knot resembled a rose somewhat, adding a more classic effect. The dress had some roses cascading down the skirt beautifully.
"Magenta, it's beautiful! It looks like the dress was made just for you!" Layla gushed.
"You think?" Magenta asked as she examined herself in front of the mirror.
"I do. You should really get that dress!" Layla said excitedly. Her face fell suddenly. "Can you afford it?" She whispered to her friend.
Magenta snorted, ruining the feminine effect the dress had on her. "Of course I can." She said as she entered the room to change back. She walked out, dress in hand, with a determined look on her face. "Now, it's time to find you a dress."
Layla's face twisted in pure horror and she gulped. Magenta dragged her around for a few minutes and then stopped in the 'Natural Beauty' section.
"Like anything yet?" Magenta asked as she scanned over the dresses.
Layla pointed at a dress. It only took Magenta a second to see it was long and another second to tug her friend in front of her.
"Layla, listen. I know you're into the green stuff and I'll respect that but, it's time you showed a little skin. You have a nice body, there's no reason to keep it under hideous clothes." Magenta said firmly.
Layla looked offended. "Hideous? It's not hideous." She defended herself.
Magenta rolled her eyes. "The dress has to her knee length." Magenta said with determination.
"No! That's much too revealing! No!" Layla shouted.
"Knee length or you leave empty handed." Magenta threatened.
Layla was about to tell her that she wasn't her mother and that it was her choice but judging on the look on Magenta's face, that wasn't the best idea. So instead, she remembered she needed to tell her something crucially important.
"Magenta, I'm going with Warren Peace." She blurted out.
"What?" Magenta asked in disbelief. "I know you and Warren are tight now but aren't you going with Will?"
Layla felt a pinch in her chest. "Will broke up with me yesterday for Gwen. I went to the Paper Lantern and I ended up spilling everything to Warren. In the end, we're going together to get back at Will." Layla explained.
Magenta was silent for a minute as the information sunk in. She looked at her vegetarian friend sympathetically.
"That didn't work out the first time." Magenta said softly.
"I know." Layla said as she turned to look at some knee length dresses.
"I support you."
"What?" Layla turned to her friend with a confused expression.
"What Will did is real low. I support you're plan about going with Warren." Magenta said simply. "Will is a blind man. He doesn't know what he just let go." Magenta said as she pulled her friend into a hug. "You don't have to hide you're feelings, Layla."
Layla took a shaky breath and hugged her friend back. "Thank you, Maj."
"No problem. Now, we're behind and there's still a lot to go." Magenta said as she scanned more dresses.
A few minutes pass as they search until Layla gasps.
"What?" Magenta asks as she walks up to her frozen friend.
"That dress is perfect!" Layla says, pointing at the dress.
"Wow, it's actually pretty and not totally vomit inducing." Magenta teased. "Go try it on."
Layla practically ran into the dressing room. A few minutes later she came out with the dress on.
"Whoa." Was all Magenta managed to say.
The dress was of course knee length. It was completely white, other than the red rose petals that fell like rain down the skirt from the left hip towards the left knee. Layla's dress had tulle beneath the skirt just like Magenta's only Layla's looked puffier. The torso part of the dress was bustier-like. It has a black tulle sash that is used as a strap on her right shoulder and it goes down to her left hip, tying around her waist, creating a belt. The bust area has black lace, giving the bust effaces, ending at the sides of the dress. It was truly beautiful.
"Do you really like it? I think it's too revealing." Layla said worriedly.
"It's revealing, yes, but that's fine. It isn't too revealing, just your legs. If you want, you can borrow some net stockings I have." Magenta said happily. "You're chest isn't exposed and just to reassure you, the sash covers half of you're chest and shoulder."
"Well...if you're sure it isn't too revealing..." Layla mumbled.
"Listen, you're going with Warren Peace. Warren Peace! You have to look hot. Besides, you want to get Will's attention, right? That dress will do the job perfectly." Magenta encouraged.
"You're right. Magenta, you're a fashion genius. Who knew?" Layla said as she went back into the room to change.
"Yea- Hey!" Magenta said as she realized what she had inquired.
Layla came back out and held the dress to her chest sadly.
"What's wrong?" Magenta asked.
"I just saw the price tag. It costs 340 dollars." Layla said sadly. "I can afford it, but I might not be able to buy shoes and accessories."
Magenta was thoughtful for a minute. She knew she could afford it, she just needed to get Layla away while she pays. Layla wouldn't let her pay, that she knew. Magenta took Layla's money and started to count it as an excuse to get it from her.
"Oh, I think I saw a nice dress near the back and it wasn't this expensive. Go check it out while I put this one back on it's rack." Magenta ordered casually.
Layla sighed and began to trudge towards the section at the back.
Magenta smirked to herself and darted off towards the registers. She paid the money for the dresses, a little shocked at the prices and then made her way back to Layla.
"Hey, Mother Nature." She called. "Here." She said as she stuffed a bag into Layla.
Layla peeked into the bag and gasped. She looked up at her punk friend in disbelief. She opened her mouth to speak but Magenta covered it abruptly.
"It's done. Come on, we're really behind. We need shoes and accessories." Magenta said with a smirk.
Layla glomped her friend happily and poured many "Thank you!"s on her.
It took only an hour to pick out shoes. Magenta picked black flats with a black and purple rose on the toe box. Layla chose black flats with a small red rose on the inner corner of the toe box. After paying for the shoes they moved on the accessories. Magenta said she had the accessories at her home already and bought herself a black ring. Layla on the other hand bought herself a black choker with a red rose dangling on a side loosely and a pair of earrings that had roses and leaves dangling from little chains unevenly.
As soon as they finished, they exited the store and headed towards the food court. They ate lunch quickly and headed out of the mall, much to Magenta's relief.
"Oh, thank God! We're through with that! I've never been in a mall so long before! It's horrible!" Magenta complained as they waited for a bus.
"It's only been-" Layla began.
"It doesn't matter how long it's been!" Magenta said suddenly frantic. "It's already five!"
"What?" Layla wailed. "Oh no! We're way behind and I told Warren I'd be finished by six thirty!" Layla panicked.
The bus pulled up and the girls rushed inside. The trip seemed to last forever but soon enough, they were close to Magenta's stop.
"Layla, get ready as fast as you humanly can and manage to look gorgeous." Magenta said as the bus stopped. She got up and slid out of the aisle, standing next to Layla. "And straighten your hair this time. I think it'll look better. Nails black or red. Smoky eyes." Magenta said as she walked away.
"Let you're hair down this time, Punk!" Layla called out at Magenta who stopped at the door, despite the bus driver's complaints.
"You got it, Mother Nature!" She called back before making a run for her house.
The trip to Layla's house dragged on forever and ever. Or at least that's how it felt like to Layla. At last reaching her house, Layla sprinted inside and upstairs, practically tossing her things on the bed before running into the bathroom, towel already in hand. She showered, washed her hair and was out in a matter of minutes.
To her surprise, her mom was in her room. She was holding up the dress with a wide smile plastered on her face.
"Oh, Layla, it's beautiful!" She gushed.
"Yeah, thanks mom. Running late, need to get ready!" She said as she pushed her mom out of the room hastily.
The minute she shut the door, her cellphone rang. Layla ran to answer it, not looking at the caller id.
"Layla, it's Warren." Came the deep, intimidating voice. "There have been some complications and I can't make it at six thirty. Is it fine if I get there at eight?" He asked.
"Warren, how'd you get my number?" She asked dumbly.
"The glow stick told me." He answered casually.
"He told you?" Layla asked skeptically.
"I threatened him." He answered just as casually. "So is eight OK? Not that you have a choice but I'm askin' anyway."
Layla couldn't help but sigh in relief and giggle at his remark. "Eight is fine, Warren. See you then." Layla said.
"Catch ya later, Hippie." He said before the phone was dropped.
Layla sighed again and began to get ready. She untangled her hair, put on her dress, slipped on her flats and put on the accessories. She sat down in front of her mirror and began to blow-dry her hair. She plugged in her hair iron and straightened her hair in a matter of minutes. She applied her make up, leaving her eyes smoky with black shadow and liner and making her lashes thicker and put on some lip-gloss.
Layla walked over to the mirror on her closet door. She smiled at how nice she had turned out.
"Strange that I'm not wearing green..." Layla mumbled to herself with a smile.
Layla's cellphone rang and she walked over to answer, knowing by her 'I don't give' ring tone by: Avril Lavigne, that it was Magenta.
"Hey, are you ready? It's already seven thirty. Are you here?" Magenta asked over the loud music.
"No. Warren had some complications and he's coming at eight which gave me time to get ready." Layla explained.
"Well, we're all here and I spotted Will and Gwen a minute ago. They look good together. Not like cute good, but like, everyone is looking at them like the king and queen of prom night." Magenta said.
"Don't sweat it. Warren and I will out look them." Layla said confidently.
"Well, I like the enthusiasm. What makes you so sure about that?" Magenta asked, honestly curious.
"Layla Williams is going to prom with Warren Peace. That's bound to draw attention, maybe unwanted, but attention nonetheless."
"Good point. Well, just know, we have you're back." Magenta said.
"Thanks." Layla said with a giggle. "Oh! I forgot to paint my nails! I'll see you guys there!" Layla said before snapping the phone shut.
Layla rushed over to her drawer and snatched her red nail polish off the top. She carefully started to paint her nails. As soon, as she found them flawless, she set them out to dry. Minutes later, she tested to see if they were dry. She waited a few minutes more just to be sure, and then headed into her closet, searching for her old handbag.
Layla never used the handbag because it was black and Layla doesn't normally do the black. So, Layla put her make up into the small purse along with her cellphone and some cash. She walked to her mirror and sighed.
"Somethings missing."
Layla stared at herself for a while before realizing her hair looked very dull. She searched her room for some ribbons and found the three colors she needed; black, red and white. She used the ribbons and tangled them into two braids she made along the sides of her pale face. She got the two braids and pulled them back, around her head and clipped a black hair bow on them, keeping them in place.
Satisfied with her hair, she walked back to the mirror and just stared at herself and then the clock.
"Eight fifteen." She whispered.
Suddenly, Layla began to feel nervous and slightly nauseous.
"I'm going to prom with Warren Peace. Will broke up with me just yesterday. We're getting back at Will. Warren Peace and I are going to prom together to get back at Will Stronghold..." Layla whispered to herself as the nerves worked their way into the pit of her stomach.
Nervous.
Well, there you have it! Hee hee, cliff hanger! I'm doing it to torture you, I simply have to sleep. If I don't I'll lose my laptop as punishment since I should have been sleeping five hours ago.
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