Free Bad Storm by Jackie Sexton Page B

media by Sierra got home and reminded me of
my date with Trent.
    “Shit!” I yelled,
checking the time and my phone. He had sent me a text about twenty minutes
prior stating he was on his way.
    “Let’s get you
dressed,” Sierra said, shaking her head and giggling at me. “We got to get you
in something hot .”
    “If I have
anything,” I grumbled, wondering what on earth I could wear that Trent hadn’t
seen already.
    “What about that
black dress your mom bought you as a graduation present?”
    I laughed,
imagining the shimmery, tight little number. “I never even tried that thing on,
I’m sure it would make me look like a shiny sausage.”
    “You don’t know
until you try,” Sierra smirked. I laughed, put at ease by her silly smile.
There was so much still unspoken between us, with the pack and my brother. But
we’d get to it another time. For now, she’d just be my best friend/roommate
dressing me up for a hot date.
    “Fine, but you
can’t take a picture with your phone when I come out looking like the Weiner Mobile!”
I chided, ribbing her with my elbow as I walked passed her towards my room.
      I pulled the tight fabric over my body
and was surprised to find that the thing actually fit. As I tied the halter
around my neck I couldn’t help but notice that the black shimmering fabric had
a fun hint of purple, my absolute favorite color. I looked over myself in the
mirror and gasped.
    “Whoa,” I
muttered, checking out how well the garment emphasized my hips and breasts, in
a way that made them look voluptuous, not too big.
    “Let me seeee!”
Sierra begged, pounding on the door. “How does it look?”
    I didn’t say
anything for a while, and just grinned mischievously as I let the silence speak
for itself.
      “Is it really that bad?” she sounded
disappointed. I threw open the door and she gasped. I couldn’t help but laugh
at her reaction.
    “You jerk! You
look incredible!” her eyes widened as she scanned me head to toe. “Turn around!”
I complied, a huge grin on my face as I twirled around in a circle, my hands on
my hips as I sashayed with sass.
    “Oh my God you have to let me take a picture of this
for my instagram!” she demanded, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
    “Go for it,” I
laughed, hamming up a ridiculous pose for her.
    “I know you’re
trying to be silly right now, but you just look hot,” she said as she snapped
the picture, the flash momentarily blinding me.
    “Pleeease let me
do your make-up!” she begged.
    “Alright,” I
agreed, knowing Sierra was really the person to go to for that kind of stuff.
As we rushed over to the bathroom she checked her phone and shrieked.
    “Ten likes! And
Brandon says your look so hot you’re going to turn him.”
    I laughed and sat
on the toilet, feeling nervous and giddy as she pulled make-up bags out from
underneath the sink. I hadn’t prepared for a date in over a year, and I
couldn’t help but feel super girly and excited.
    “Oh my god…you
won’t believe this, but Jason liked it.”
    “Ew,” I said,
wrinkling my nose. “Put that stupid phone away and do my make-up. I don’t want
to think about that loser.”
    She laughed and
placed her phone on the sink, turning a bottle of concealer over on a triangular
white sponge. “Okay, close your eyes. This is going to take five minutes, I
swear.”
    “Okay, it better
because Trent is going to be here in like two minutes,” I mumbled, shutting my
eyes. I shivered as she spread the cool goop over my face, and then dusted it
over with powder. I didn’t get to open my eyes until she needed to put on
mascara.
    She was just about
finished when there was a knock at the door. “Ugh, hold on,” she muttered, and
my stomach burst with butterflies. He was there, at the door. I suddenly grew
self-conscious about how hard I was trying. What if he didn’t like it, if he
thought I was trying to be some club girl or something I wasn’t?
    “Shut up,” I told
myself, closing