"Don't judge my bangs. My mom made me do it." I say.
"It's cute." He says, biting back a laugh.
"Asshole," I murmur.
"Wait... In the photo, you're wearing..." He says, trailing off.
My eyes widen when I realize I'm wearing my bracelet in that pict...
Esme and Cassy assumed I had no plans for today and wanted me to clean the bathrooms. They're so lucky I woke up early to finish on time. Lazy ass bitches.
I hear Cassy's friends arriving to prepare for prom, and she kicks me out of the house. Smirking, I grab everything I need to get ready and sprint toward Lilac's car.
"They let you go?" Lilac asks, surprised.
"I'm not dumb. I just said I had another shift to work. Gets them off my back for the rest of the night." I say, shrugging.
"I heard Tiffany is throwing an after-party." She says, driving back to her house.
"Yep, Cassy is helping her plan it," I say, remembering her bragging about having plans tonight.
When Lilac parks in her garage, we run towards her room to get ready. "You first." She claims, shoving me into her bathroom.
I change into my dress and open the door.
Outfit:
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She dramatically gasps and says, "Cinderella, who? My bitch is all grown up!"
I smile and pretend to courtesy. "There's pockets!" I say, sliding my phone in.
"Pockets?! A million times better!" She exclaims.
I start to curl my hair while Lilac changes. When she opens the door, she says, "Ta-da!"
Lilac's Outfit:
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I turn and see she's sparkling. "You're too beautiful for my eyes. Those sparkles are blinding me." I say, covering my eyes.
"Thank you. It was on sale!" She says excitedly.
"Do you know where they're taking us for pictures?" I ask, halfway done with my hair.
"Nope. They wanted it to be a surprise." She says, shrugging.
After styling our hair, we decided to eat a quick snack. "Which flavor of Pringles?" She asks, holding barbecue and original.
"Original, please." She throws the can, and I almost drop it.
