AN: I hope this is okay. It's been rough lately. Thanks for reading.
Chapter 80
"I'm not wearing that," I stated. I pulled my hoodie up. Maybe it would hide me from all the pink sparkles.
Teeny Tiny Dictator tried to pull it off my head. "Just because you put that on doesn't mean you disappear."
It's worth a damn shot.
My father made me go with Dictator to the dreaded mall. He gave her money to force me to buy a dress. I certainly wasn't taking the money. The man was a monster.
The store was one of those teeny bopper stores filled with bright colors and the sounds of moaning boy bands that wounded my poor ears. If I heard them whining about forever love for one more minute, I would bludgeon the sales girl in the tight jeans. She was giving me the evil eye. It was that or her overabundance of mascara was making her eyes all squinty.
"What color would you consider wearing?" Kate asked. She was no help. If she was a real friend she would be plotting our great escape right now.
I scowled. "What color are you wearing, Mary Jane?"
"Black, girl. It's a vintage cocktail dress at picked up at Port Vintage. Very Audrey Hepburn." Kate pulled out a purple dress that looked liked it had been attacked by a Bead Dazzler. She added with a grin, "How about this?"
"I hate you." She just grinned at me. "Why are we here then? We could get a dress that was once worn by a school marm. I like high collars."
Dictator pulled out a pile of dresses. "Your dad said to bring you here."
"You do realize that when he went to prom they wore blue ruffled tuxes and did the shuffle?" My nose was hit by the worst smell ever. "What is that horrible smell? It's like rotting flowers, skunk and desperation."
"It's Ke$ha's new fragrance!" Dictator exclaimed.
That figured.
Kate gave me an awkward one armed hug. "I know you're going to prom for Edward. What do you think he would like?"
Dictator added quickly, "Do not say jeans and that awful hoodie you're wearing. What is that stain on it?"
"I'm not sure." I looked down at it. I guessed it was mayonnaise. It was shaped like horse head. An idea flourished with that oily blot. "Drop those dresses, Dictator."
"Why?" She asked in annoyance. "You aren't going in sweats!"
I grabbed the dresses in her arms and threw them to the ground. "What if I told you that I love your brother?"
"I would faint from the fact that you're sharing your feelings. Bella, you are an emotional hermit and I say that with love," she stated, causing Kate to snort.
"Listen up, I love that weird kid and I think I know what will make him happy." It sort of just tumbled out of my mouth like gibberish.
Kate dropped the pretzel she had gotten from the kiosk outside of the store. "Oh my God, I think she grew a heart!"
"Mary Jane, go away." I turned to Teeny Tiny Dictator. "I need to see your mom."
"Why?" She asked, as her eyes widened. "You aren't, are you?"
I shrugged. "If I'm going to embarrass myself, I should go all out."
The sales girl came over with a sneer, "Can I help you with anything?"
"With this teen stripper wear? Nope." I pointed to the pile of dresses. "You might want to clean these up.''
"Bella!" Dictator exclaimed, as she grabbed dresses off the floor. "Let me help you with those! She was raised in a barn."
It's like they expect me to completely turn a new leaf in a day. Silly, silly girls.