"I guess. But what if, at lunch today, it gets all awkward and he dosen't want to come over later?" I whined hopelessly.
"From what you told me, you'll be dating by the time you come over, anyway."
"Who said I wanted to date him?" I huffed.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's your freshly curled hair, or Victoria's secret perfume and freshly painted nails," she laughed.
"Shut up," I grumbled.
"Oh, come on Cryssy. I know you better than anyone, and I KNOW you don't dress up for anyone unless you're going out. Especially not for school! The nicest you ever dress is when you wear that Blink-182 shirt, black skinnys, and your vans."
"It's comfy," I mumbled.
"I know. That's how I know something's up when you get in my car in jeans and a cute belly top with your hair all done up, I mean, Jesus,
