Author's Note: Indeed, I enjoyed writing in IM xD Okay, Lex's IM is supposed to be caro . failure 45... but somehow, it all turned into 45... Just keep that in mind, please. Yeah, and the three parts are supposed to be all together but apparently, doing that makes everything disappear but the 45. And ughhh, God save me here... all the : in the IM-ing stuff... they're supposed to be Turner. His is metric [underscore] which I now have to type out because it would get wiped otherwise.
Lex's POV
Ah, the Winter Ball. After three weeks of anticipation and Taylor dragging me to every store in Perdido Beach, it'll finally be over after tonight.
"Lex, are you ready?" Has Taylor not noticed that she's the only one pumped in this room? I turn and give her my dreariest stare. Like Sadako from Kimi ni Todoke.
Taylor made me go to every goddamn store around here though lucky me, my stepmother of all people ended up saving me. She had a dress from her own summer vacations back as a high schooler. It's kind of a sundress-ish thing and fairly informal, but I like it. Nearly knee-length, eggshell white. Kind of lacey at the bottom and it's a tank top dress so it looks way too innocently girly for me. But it's cute, especially plus the long chain I'm wearing with a faux antique key hanging off the end.
To my stepmother's disdain, I had chosen to wear a pair of boots with the dress. Like, ass-kicking boots, mid-shin height and mud-smeared. I would have worn Converse, anything but those strappy sandals from Taylor, but Converse-with-dress-oh-I'm-so-anti-mainstream-cool is overused.
"Don't worry, Paige. Lex is like that." Dave—Dad had laughed.
You wouldn't know, would you, Dad?
I, unlike Taylor, have shoulder-length hair so I just washed it and let it dry naturally so that it was pin-straight before coating on thick lines of eyeliner.
Taylor was going with a bunch of other girls on the committee, so she wasn't trying to appeal to boys, though I had the thought that maybe she was looking at Caine Soren. I'm probably wrong. She was already dressed up, half an hour too early. The dress I'd shown her, plus turquoise eyeshadow, black eyeliner, lip plumper, and the strappy sandals I had rejected.
When had thirteen-year-olds learned to be so… beauty-informed?
She'd even curled her blond hair and tied it into two low pigtails, very Taylor Swift looking. As of ten minutes ago, she'd been bouncing up and down on her bed, waiting for her girlfriends to come along whereas I was still using my laptop, head against the wall and 'ruining' my hair, as Taylor puts it.
: Are you preparing for the dance?
My dad. Lovely, eh? He somehow managed to add me though this is the first time he's messaged me. We have different surnames because I was with my mom. Rosalie Caro. I never really found surnames and crap like that a big deal, but looking at my dad's screenname now, it makes me uncomfortable.
45: yeah
: Who's going with you?
45: some sophomore
45: though technically… hes NOT because 10th grade isn't the second year at coates
: Okay then. Is he safe? It's not that Drake boy, is it?
At this moment, a crazy thought crosses my head: hey, if dating Drake Merwin could piss my dad off, I would do it. Okay, dismiss that idea. Stupid, stupid Lex.
45: what do you care?
: Alex, I'm your dad, and no matter what you think, I do care.
45: REALLY?
: I see that you can hold a grudge. You get that from me, did you know that?
45: never thought I really got anything from you. except maybe the annoying, the flab, and the irresponsibility.
: Don't hold back, kid.
45: taylor needs help with her hair. bye.
I block him. Kick my bed in irritation. And then of all people, I message the Coates Academy bad boy.
45: drake?
greatestever: WHAT?
45: D: why so mean?
greatestever: I have to serve food at the dance.
45: (:
greatestever: our principal comes up with such creative detention alternates. I cant have detention because I only get five more before I get suspended. you read the rules right? anyways I ask him for something else and he goes "OH you can serve juice and pastries at the dance!"
greatestever: fuck that old man
45: well youre kind
greatestever: yeah I learn from you
45: uuuugh I don't wanna go to the stupid dance.
greatestever: me neither. who DOES?
45: taylor hhaha
greatestever: lets trade. I don't want to work. you don't want to dance with your soccer jock
45: compelling… but wont principal p watch out for you?
greatestever: I drugged his coffee
45: xD youre really a weird dude, drake
greatestever: im serious.
45: …
greatestever: call his office.
Warily, I cross the room and pick up our room's phone. It's a within-campus system made so that we students stay locked up and so that the teachers can keep tabs on what we're saying. I swear, they've totally bugged this system.
Extension 001. "Hello? Principal P?"
No response.
Crazy. Principal P is always in his office.
greatestever: what did I say?
45: omg. you flipping drugged a teacher?
greatestever: no I just tied him up, drove a hatchet through his skull, and threw him off the beach. no shit, sherlock
45: some crazy part of me thinks you would do that
greatestever: …
45: hey would you do that to my date too?
greatestever: with pleasure
45: iloveyou (: THANKS
greatestever: youre one to call me strange.