School is such a boring place. There are so many rules and I've dated almost every guy in my grade. No wonder I'm called a so many disgusting names behind my back. But I promised myself that senior year would be different. I didn't date anyone at all this year, I didn't drink as much as I usually did at parties, and I still kept my virginity, but no one knew that. They would make up stories on how I lost it, not that I really cared. There was only a week of school left.
There was also a week left until my father's business party. A bunch of celebrities and models were going to be there. I also had to invite my 'friends' over. I was only inviting Marissa over. Screw everyone else. School was almost over, and I didn't need them.
At lunch I sat with Marissa and a group of dumb girls who thought we were friends. Stacy usually sat with us, but she went to go get her shit straight with her boyfriend. Good for her, maybe I should invite her over to the party finally realizing what to do. She wasn't a bad person, I actually liked the girl. Straight red hair that reached her shoulder blades, earthy brown-green eyes, perfect freckles on her face, and she was pretty funny. We just fought a lot was all. Marissa on the other hand was different. Straight black hair that was thick and reached just above her ass, crystal blue eyes, really nice body, and was serious but really caring. They were the only people that were my 'friends' that I couldn't hate to be honest. I could get angry at them, but they were true friends since the baby days. Though I was always jealous of them. They had boobs and butts while I had no boobs and the smallest butt ever. They were sexy.
"So Bow, we hear you're dad's having a party? Give us the deets!" a squeaky blonde who's name I never bothered to know asked. I took a bite of my turkey sandwich and just stared at her blankly. "I don't really care about his party, it's for his job," I said after swallowing my food. I opened a bag of original Ruffles and put the chips in my sandwich to add some 'crunch' into it. "But your dad is so famous! Everyone in America knows him! How could you not care?" she asked, looking so confused. "I go to it every year, it's nothing special," I said. I turned to Marissa. "Wanna go dress shopping with me after school?" Marissa was chewing on her spaghetti so she nodded. "Good, let's go to Dress Closet, I want to check it out," I said, talking about the new store that opened recently in the city. We lived in San Francisco, California. Everyone I knew in school lived in the city while I lived more towards the countryside. Sure it took longer for me to get to school, but my house was bigger than everyone else's.
"Since you have your last class with Stacy, make her come too, but not her boyfriend," I said. "He's annoying." Marissa let out a giggle and nodded. I got up to throw away my trash and the bell rang.
I met Marissa at the student parking lot but Stacy decided she had too much homework to come. They drove cars, but not to school because they lived really close to it. So I would have to drive them around and drop them off. "So you took your Lamborghini today?" Marissa asked as she sat in the passenger seat. It was a Lamborghini Reventon. It was a nice, black, sexy car. "Yeah why do you ask?" I said, turning on the car. I rolled down the windows a bit and turned on my stereo. I popped in my The Wanted CD but kept in on low so we could talk. "How was Stacy going to fit if she said she would come?" Marissa said. I smacked my forehead. I was so stupid sometimes.
We talked about school and Marissa's crush Scott. He was the one guy in our grade that was super hot and I would not touch because Marissa liked him, A LOT! We arrived at Dress Closet and walked in. It might have had a tacky name, but the dresses ranged from casual, to sexy, to wedding. "Okay, no protesting, I'm buying you and Stacy your dresses," I finalized with Marissa. Before she could say anything, I gave her my warning finger and she gave in. I smiled and pulled my phone out of my black purse to FaceTime with Stacy. I had my hair up in my usual bun, make-up was as usual, and I was wearing a flowy black crop-tank-top, short black shorts, and plain black heels. "Hello?" Stacy said. She looked like she had changed into her pajamas and was doing her homework. "Hey Stace, I'm buying your dress, no buts, so which color do you want," I said. Stacy rolled her eyes at me. "You know my size and my style. White, black, or purple. I have to do homework Bow, I can't talk," she said. She blew a kiss at me then hung up. I stuck my tongue out at my phone and I hear Marissa laugh. I laughed with her.
We spent literally two hours picking out dresses. We picked out a tight purple mini-dress with thin straps and black trimmings for Stacy, Marissa picked out a light blue, short, flowy dress that was strapless and had a white belt at the waist, and I picked out a white, lace dress that was pretty short. If I sat down in it, you could probably take a peek at my panties. I paid for our dress, even got us matching shoes, then dropped Marissa back at her house, and delivered the purple dress to Stacy.
I immediately drove back home, exhausted and still needing to do homework. When I walked in, the person I hated so much in the whole wide world stood before me...checking her boob size...again. "Oh hey sweetie," Veronica, my stepmother said when she heard the door slam shut. "What the hell are you doing?" I said with my voice full of disgust. She looked up me with a pout on her face. She was like 45, but looked like a wanna be barbie. If you wanted to know all the types and kinds of botox and plastic surgery out there, she was your living model. Her hair was black and cut into a bob, her eyes were black (not totally black, but like a super dark grey), her body had so much shape but was so fake, and she looked like she might have been anorexic.
"I wanted to see if they were the right size," Veronica said. I gagged. "You should get something done about your flat chest and small butt before you judge me." She walked off to the living room to watch TV. I rolled my eyes at the lady. She must have been a dumb blonde and dyed her hair black. I walked upstairs to my room and locked my door. I went to my closet and changed into PJ's and then worked on my homework. After my homework I took a nice warm shower, then sat in the bathtub for a bit. I relaxed and felt good. I was happy that it was my last day of homework. I had missed a month of school in the year because I got a minor case of Mono. I didn't even kiss anyone. Marissa had Mono and drank out of my water bottle and so I drank out of it and got Mono.
After my relaxation time, I walked into my room, back in my PJ's and walked over to the bookshelf. I made sure the door was locked and proceeded to do my thing. Within seconds, I was in my secret room. It was a really plain, white room with just one window in it that always had the blinds closed unless I wanted to open it for fresh air. There was a huge mattress on the floor with blankets and pillows. All of the walls, except the one that had the door, thick and no sound could be heard inside or outside. That's why I had to leave the door open. There were shelves filled with books on all parts of the wall, except the wall with the door. But there weren't just any kind of books, there were only two kinds. Romance and Mystery.
I was a fan of Mystery stories. I loved mystery. I always wanted to be a crime investigator, or or super spy. I had the wits, I had skills, I was qualified, but my dad would never allow it. He would never allow me to pursue my dream. I had an older brother, Erik, who wanted to pursue his dream by running away with the love of his life and being a baker. My father disowned him and kicked him out of the house. Yeah, he's pretty harsh. So I just read about mystery stories instead. And romance stories, they taught me a lot of things. Useful things that I might need if I ever get married.
As a reward for catching up on all my homework, I was going to read all night. I walked over to the mattress leaned down, and reached into one of the pillows. I pulled out a glasses case and opened them. I pulled out my nerdy glasses. I swiftly, but carefully, took out my prescription lenses. My vision went blurry. I'm nearsighted and I don't need glasses to read, but I love wearing them when I read. They make me feel more comfortable.
So I got comfortable on the mattress and read, The Secret Agent by Joesph Conrad, until the sun started shining through the window.