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one more weekend - chapter 7
Wednesday, October 29, 2008, 9:11 PM

Yes, my friends, I finally posted chapter 7.

Two weeks passed and it was already the middle of the month. I did quite a number of activities with Ryan but we hardly spoke to each other. Guess that we're still a little embarrassed over that incident.

***

I was in my room, surfing the net using my laptop when Miranda came in.

"Hey Lakeisha, you free now?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "Why?"

"Ok... so Ryan's birthday is coming up in a few days time-"

"What has that got to do with me?" I asked,

"Well, he has invited you to his birthday party this sunday. And... you're supposed to wear a dress," she said.

"I'm supposed to WEAR A DRESS!?" I screamed, jumping up from the bed. "What the ****! Can't I wear something like jeans and tee?"

"Nope, besides, this is a formal affair. You can't possibly wear jeans and t- shirt! So you have to wear a gown," Miranda smirked. "But at least do it for my sake, please..."

"What's the colour of the gown? As long as it's red, black, white or blue. I'm fine with it."

"Black."

"No make up?"

"Nope, just eyeliner."

"No high heels, fishnet stockings, silk gloves, corset, earings, necklaces or whatsoever?"

"No. Just ballet flats."

"Ok, I'm in."

"Yes!"

***
"Oh my goodness, the dress looks stunning on you!" Miranda exclaimed, after I stepped out from the bathroom.

"I hate it," I grumbled, tugging at the straps. "You didn't tell me that it's spaghetti- straps. And these shoes are way too tight, it hurts."

"Who cares? At least it's only for a night. I wonder what Ryan's expression would be like when he sees you," Miranda added, smirking.

"****! I completely forgotten that Ryan will be seeing me in this!"

Then, there was a knock on the door. "Are you girls done yet?" Ryan asked.

"Almost!" Miranda replied.

I immediately applied my eyeliner and tied my hair in a ponytail. It was messy but in a elegant type of way. I slowly stepped out of the room and Ryan was staring at me. I rolled my eyes.
Boys... But I must say that he looks rather handsome in his tux.

Yeah, but not as hot as Tom, right? Artemis asked.

Whatever! I retorted.

"Continue staring and I swear that those eyeballs of yours will end up in the trashcan," I threatened.

"Oh... erm... sorry," he apologized. "It's just that you look..."

"Extremely beautiful?" Miranda piped up. I immediately nudged her angrily in the ribs.

"Yeah, like what she says," he said, smiling weakly.

I rolled my eyes and walked down the stairs.
***
We entered the bathroom and everybody turned towards us. Some of the guys stared at me while whispering, "Damn, that girl's hot." while some of the girls would just stare at me disapprovingly.

I ignored them, especially the girls and walked towards the stage, where Mr. and Mrs. smith were waiting. As Mr Smith introduced me to Ryan's schoolmates. I silently observed everybody at the back.

Those girls doesn't seem to like you, Artemis said. Look at the way they stare at you.

Who cares what those girls think? I replied.

'Lakeisha, would you like to say a word to them?" Mr smith asked.

I nodded and walked up to the microphone. Clearing my throat, I grabbed the stand and mumbled, "Hey people, rock on."

Then I smirked and walked down the stairs.

***
I leaned against the wall, this "birthday party" is dumb. There's not much to do, just loads of flirting and "running off to the bathroom to kiss" type of situations. I rolled my eyes, virginity is bound to be lost tonight. Sipping my juice, I glanced over to Ryan, who seemed a little bored while the girls talked to him.

"Hey, so you're Lakeisha."

I turned and there were five girls surrounding me. They wore loads of make up and seemed to look like the type who had lost their virginity long ago.

"Yeah, so? Is there a problem?" I retorted.

One of them wrinkled their nose in disgust at my behaviour while the others just raised their eyebrows.

"Didn't your parents teach you how to speak to someone politely?" one of them asked, folding her arms.

"Didn't your parents teach you how not to act like a total idiot around people?" I spat.

"Well, at least I'm not the one who looks like a total witch," the other said.

"FYI, this is called eyeliner and black nail polish. Oh yeah, I forgot, you girls are always wearing preppy make up so I supposed you don't know," I retorted. "By the way, you girls are like so last season." I added, trying not to laugh.

They stared at me.

"Bye," I said, and walked towards the kitchen.

***
I was halfway through the the kitchen when this guy stepped in front of me. I rolled my eyes, first bitchy girls , now flirty guys, what's next?

"What do you want?" I mumbled.

"Wanna dance?" he asked.

"Sorry, no thanks," I said. "I can't dance."

"Come on, don't be such a spoilsport. Just one dance, it won't hurt," he cooed.

"Are you ******* deaf!? I said no, now get out of my way, *******," I growled.

I was about to walk away when he suddenly gripped my hand tightly.

"Nobody says no to me," he growled.

I rolled my eyes. he asked for it. I gripped his wrist and with a swift motion. I twisted his arm to his back. He let out a cry of pain.

"You asked for it yourself, dumb***," I retorted. Then, I released him, stepped out of the kitchen and into the back yard.

***
Ryan glanced towards where she was standing. Some girls seemed to arguing with her but apparently she wasn't showing any amusement.

Suddenly, without any warning, she just stepped out from the circle and began walking towards the kitchen.

Feeling a little curious, he decided to follow her.

-END-
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