Later That Night

I threw down my pencil, running a hand through my hair and sighing loudly. Ever since I came home from school my concentration has been off and I can't seem to focus no matter how hard I try. "Maybe some chocolate will help."

I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. Just as I reached the kitchen I heard the doorbell ring. Confused, I went over to the front door and cautiously peered out the window to see Randy standing there. He noticed me and gave a small wave. I unlocked the door and opened it. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"May I come in?" he asked.

"What?"

"I'll answer your question once you answer mine."

I glared at him before sighing and saying "Come in."

He came inside and I closed the door. I folded my arms around my chest and he turned to me, looking into my eyes. "I'm here because when I saw you earlier, you looked upset and... well I wanted to make sure you were all right."

"I'm fine," I lied "So you can go now."

"If you were fine I wouldn't have seen a tear coming from your eye and also you'd be at the Homecoming Dance."

"How do you know about that?"

"You forget I went to Hazelwood as well. Also I heard your two self-absorbed friends talking about it and how they thought you should go with someone named Derek."

"Dances are stupid. They are a waste of time and they kill brain cells and they're a popularity contest and... and-"

"Rowan you're crying" Randy told me gently.

I wiped at my eyes and sure enough I was. "It's allergies" I told him.

"Rowan I'm not that stupid. It's obvious those are tears and that you're upset. What's wrong?"

I shook my head and looked down at the floor. He put his hand under my chin and made me look at him. "Rowan what's wrong?" he asked gently.

"Earlier Angela and Kasey, my two self-absorbed friends, told me that I'm frumpy, boring and lacking sex appeal and that I should go with that awful jock Derek because he asked me to go with him and according to them he may be my only chance to ever get asked out or kissed or have sex and it just really hurt to hear them say all that because they're supposed to be my best friends and a small part of me is afraid they might be right."

"I bet it hurt, but Rowan they're dead wrong."

"Then why do I feel like they might be right?"

"I don't know Rowan, but I know something that might help you feel better."

"What's that?"

"Do you trust me?"

I looked into his eyes and was surprised to see how gentle and caring they looked. His eyes didn't look cold for once, they looked safe and warm. I couldn't speak, so I nodded. "Good," he said "Now we have to find something for you to wear."

"Why?" I asked.

"You'll find out. Now that outfit I bought for you won't do and I don't know if Pixie will have anything..."

"Angela and Kasey bought me clothes that I've never worn and never planned on wearing because they're sort of... well they aren't like my normal clothes."

"May I see them?"

"You can. But-"

He already started walking up the stairs and I ran after him. "You don't know where my room is!" I told him.

"I'm sure I could find it" he told me.

"No way am I leaving you alone. I'll show you where it is."

He smirked and said "Lead the way."

Rolling my eyes I led him to my room.

... what the hell have I gotten myself into?

What has Rowan gotten herself into? Lol!

Anyone have a guess?

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