Blue or pink.
964 Words
Samantha’s POV.
I had gone home with the blue dress and another pink one I didn't even plan to buy.
They were still in the paper bag I carried like it was something fragile I shouldn't be seen with.
Mum was making dinner when I stepped in, I had called out to her and ran up to my room before she could spot the bag and ask unnecessary questions.
The moment I stepped into my room, Cassie was on my bed, lying on her stomach, her legs in the air scrolling through her phone like she owned the place.
Her head popped up the second she saw me. “Oh my God, you’re back!” she said, grinning. “So? How was it? Did you see Alec? Did he ask about me?”
I sighed, dropping my school bag on the chair, contemplating whether to bring this up “Cassie…”
She sat up, crossing her legs. “What? Don’t act like it’s a crime to ask! You were literally with him for hours. I’ve been dying to know what happened.”
I turned around clutching the paper bag to
My chest. The tag on it crushed my wrist… Miss Kay.
“Is everything okay?” she asked arching a brow.
“Why didn't you tell me about the party?”
Her eyes widened “What party?”
I frowned. “Alec said you were going. He literally mentioned it today”
Her lips parted slightly. “He mentioned me?”
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, pretending to sound casual but I caught the tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Yeah,” I said “so? Why didn't you say anything?”
“Oh.” She waved a hand like it wasn’t a big deal. “Vanessa invited me. You know, Vanessa Carter?”
I froze. “Venessa carter?” I repeated. “The mean girl? Alec's ex? Since when did you two become friends?”
She laughed. “We’re not friends. I mean, not really. We just started talking a few days ago. Turns out she’s not as bad as everyone thinks.”
I swallowed. “Right”
Cassie shrugged. “Anyway, I didn’t think you’d want to go. It’s not really your thing, Sam. I mean. There is going to be drinking, dancing, and loud music. You’d probably rather stay home and go through a project report or something you are not just that type of girl.”
Ouch. That type of girl. Almost the same words my ex-boyfriend had used when I had found him on top of a girl who looked like she could have been in front of a magazine cover. It was the most heart-wrenching thing I had ever experienced in my entire life. Made me question my entire existence.
When I confronted him about it, he had said I just wasn't his type of girl.
I had parked up my things in Shame and walked out of the room. Blocked him everywhere and told myself I was done with relationships.
I will show them. I will show them that I can be that type of girl.
“Well,” I said, biting at my lower lip and walking towards the bed “Alec invited me to the party”
“Really?” Her tone sounded bland and uninterested, her eyes fixed on the screen of her phone.
“He got me a dress” I stretched the bag towards her.
Cassie gasped, eyes widening as she reached for the bag.
“You liar,” she said, half–laughing as she yanked the fabric free. “He bought this for you?”
She pulled the blue dress out of the bag.
“Oh my God, this is gorgeous!”
She held the blue dress up against her body, turning to the mirror beside my bed.
“Honestly, this would look way better on me,” she said, turning around “Don't you think, it looks small”
I chuckled lightly, even though it didn’t sound like me. “You think so?”
She held the fabric out, it gleamed under the light. “Yeah. It’s kind of my thing, you know? But you can totally wear the pink one. It’s cute too.”
I stared at her. “Cassie…”
“What?” she asked, meeting my eyes through the reflection. “I’m just saying. It’s kind of your first real party, right? Maybe you shouldn’t… stand out too much.”
For a moment, I didn’t say anything. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. The same words. Don’t stand out too much. What does that even mean?
Cassie smiled, clutching the dress like she’d already made up her mind. She folded the blue dress neatly, tucked it into her little bag, and slung it over her arm.
“Don’t worry,” she said softly, “I’ll take good care of it.”
I blinked. “Wait you’re not seriously…”
But she was already walking toward the door, humming.
And before I could say another word, she tossed a smirk over her shoulder.
“See you at the party, Sam. Love you!”
I forced a smile “Sure”
Then she shut the door.
I stood there, staring at the empty space she left behind. The Miss Kay bag was still on the floor, containing the pink dress I had chosen, which I didn't plan to wear to the party.
The words echoed in my head. Maybe you shouldn't stand out too much. Cassie is my best friend she probably didn't mean it that way.
I walked over to the pink dress and stretched it in front of me. I will show them. All of them.
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