Chapter 31: Chapter 31
It’s prom season. Two months before prom, actually, and the prom committee is going bonkers. All the girls are out searching for the perfect dress, shoes, and hair care products to keep their hair lively and flawless. It’s funny because it’s not even senior prom the committee is freaking out over, it’s the freaking junior prom.
“We could get you this dress- oh, oh! What about this one?” Grace shoved her iPad in my face. “It would look gorgeous on you.” She chirped. I stared at the teal dress. It had a studded band around the waist, the bottom half of the dress was ruffled, but it’s strapless.
“Please. I don’t have the boobs to pull that off,” I laughed and handed her the iPad. I leaned back into the mound of pillows that covered my bed. Grace and I were spending this lovely Saturday being lazy cows and moping around about the fact that no one’s asked us to prom. I threw my empty cookie dough ice cream carton in the trashcan and put my spoon on the bedside table. Grace threw me a magazine full of dresses.
“Why can’t I be pretty enough for someone to ask me to the prom,” Grace groaned. I rolled my eyes and flipped through the magazine. The prices of the dresses made my eyes widen to the size of golf balls.
“It’s only junior prom, chill out. You still have senior prom next year and I’m sure that you’ll have a special someone by then,” I assured her. Grace just rolled her eyes.
“What about you? Almost every guy in the school has a-”
“You say crush and I will slap the freckles right off of your face,” I warned.
“Sorry. It’s just a wonder to me that not a single boy has asked you,” she sighed.
“I don’t think anyone is going to ask me soon. To be honest, I don’t want anyone to.” I admitted.
Grace had a blank expression on her face for a few seconds before the corners of her mouth twitched up. “What about Shane?”
I almost choked on the Dr. Pepper that I was drinking. “Excuse me?”
“Come on Kaelyn, do you not see the way he stares at you in the hallway?” Grace winked.
“Grace, it’s been five months since November! I want nothing to do with him, after what he did… I don’t need it anymore. The tattoo that read ‘cheat on me’ has been permanently removed from my forehead and I’m not going to let it come back.”
“Kaelyn… he stares at you with so much passion... Every single day he will stand near your locker and he will debate whether or not he should go talk to you. He misses you. Kaelyn he loves you,” Grace’s expression and tone were completely serious. I took a deep breath and shook my head.
That makes him sound like some sort of crazy stalker.
“He couldn’t even stay with one a girl for a week,”
“He hasn’t been sleeping around for five months straight,” she argued back.
"What are you saying? Are you some sort of expert on him now?" I fired at her.
"No, Kaelyn, unlike you I haven't completely shut him out yet," Grace crossed her arms over her chest and stared at me. She had this look in her eyes... she's keeping something a secret from me. I didn't acknowledge the fact that we just had a stupid disagreement and I started to question her.
“What are you hiding from me?” I raised my eyebrows. Grace sat back and shrugged.
“Nothing,” she mumbled. Grace turned off her iPad and tucked it away in her duffel bag.
“I know when you’re lying. For christ’s sake, we’ve been friends since elementary school!” I said in a sing-song tone.
“I wasn’t supposed to say anything...” she said to herself. “Let’s just change the subject.”
“Have you heard from Sierra lately?” I asked, attempting to change the subject. Grace shook her head, indicating a no.
For the past three months, Sierra has been in an intense relationship with Gage. He’s hers and she’s his. Gage finally came to his senses in January, when he realized that Sierra was not going to give up the baby. Sierra’s due date is about a month away. Her parents have helped her out financially so far, let’s just hope that they can continue to support her.
“She’s so happy with him.” Grace smiled.
“Remember that night when we had to pick up Vincent, Gage, and Shane at the bridge?” Grace nodded her head while she laughed. “I thought Sierra was going to kill Gage, wasted Gage, during her drive home with him. Oh! Then the next morning when they were fighting like crazy, I was sure Sierra was going to beat the shit out of him.” By this point I was hysterically laughing at the sudden flashback.
“Those hormones definitely kicked in that morning,” Grace shook her head at the memory.
“Are you hungry?” I questioned as I hoped off of my bed.
“More like starving. That ice cream didn’t fill me up,” she patted her stomach. I led the way down to the kitchen. We grabbed some pop-tarts from the pantry and plopped down on the couch.
“We’re so fat. It’s late April, hot enough to be wearing shorts, and we’re sitting around the house eating pop-tarts.”
“Maybe we should call up Carter,” Grace smiled.
“Or we could go visit him,” I split my pop-tart in half and bit into it. “Obviously we would need to change before we leave.”
The two of us stood up and raced up the stairs. We tore through my closet, picking out the cutest outfits we could find. I ended up wearing studded high-waisted shorts, a maroon crop-top, and a pair of black Vans. Grace grabbed a light blue tank top, white patterned shorts, and her beat up Converse. I grabbed my iPhone off of the table and quickly sent Carter a text to let him know that we’re on the way. Grace and I pounded down the stairs and grabbed our skateboards from the mudroom.
We'll probably watch a dumb movie together, spend the night at his house, and then go to the skate park all day tomorrow. That's my prediction.
Carter’s house is a fifteen minute skate from here. The two of us skated in silence on the way to his house. The silence was good. It gave me time to think about what Grace is hiding because she’s a terrible liar.