Hope's Chance(8)

I shook my head once I knew she was gone. The last thing I wanted to do was go out with my sister and her boyfriend dancing. I hated to dance, and more importantly watch how my sister did it. Every guy in that bar would be mind f*cking her. It was disturbing as all hell.





Chapter 5

Hope



When Rylee finally called me she said she had a way for us to have a “real good time” tonight. I rolled my eyes while talking on the phone with her, but made her promise it had nothing to do with Trevor. He was getting on my nerves and I couldn’t shake the way he sounded in that last text message. Maybe I was just interpreting it wrong, but I was leery still.

Rylee finally arrived at my house around six p.m. She was wearing a regular looking sun dress. It was close to the blue one I had worn yesterday. But, once she made it into the confines of my room she slipped it down revealing the tightest, skimpiest thing I had ever seen. It was black and opened up on the sides from her rib cage down to her hips. Large metal buckles were holding it together.

Rylee was a gorgeous girl. She had dark hair, almost black and dark brown eyes. Her father was from Pakistan and she got his dark complexion. Our friends hated being around the both of us, because we were so much darker than all of them. I was always thankful that I got that trait from my mother. Her dad was of Cherokee descent and he had passed down the creamiest brown skin a girl could ask for. I hadn’t even had to go tanning for the prom, like all of our other friends did. Instead, Rylee and I would go to the ice cream shop and get milkshakes while we waited on the other girls.

“So what do you think?” Rylee asked while smoothing out the platinum colored dress.

“You look hot, but I didn’t have anything like that. Where did you even buy something like that?” I asked.

“At my mother’s shop. Girl, you would be surprised what people turn into the second hand store. Anyway, I was working for my mom last weekend in the back. All of these bags had come in and I grabbed as many as these babies as I could and shoved them in my purse.” She explained.

“There are more? You have got to be joking?”

“Girl, I’m not! There was an entire bag. A few of them I wouldn’t even wear.”

Considering what this one looked like I was afraid to imagine what those must have been like. “So where are we going anyway, cause I can’t imagine wearing that to the big five.”

The big five was a group of fast food places all in the same block of each other, in the middle of our small hick town. They made no sense, but seemed to remain open anyway.

“Silly girl, it’s a secret.” She threw some bunched up fabric at me. “Now pick which one you are going to hide under your clothes, so I can start on your hair and makeup.”

I held the fabric in my hand. “You have got to be kidding. There is no way in Hell I am wearing either of these.”

“Trust me.” She said as she primped in the mirror. “You are gonna fit right in where we are going.”

I stretched out the two dresses across my bed. For me to be even considering either of them was against my religion, and I didn’t mean that in any biblical way.

The lime green dress was tight and short, but draped down in the front. I wasn’t sure I had a bra that I could wear, and I was too big to be without one. “This is a no!”

“Fine then it is settled. You are wearing the pink and black one.” Rylee interrupted.

“You know I hate pink.” I slammed.

“Too late. Now, hurry up and get it on so we can get ready.” She ordered.

I shook my head and grabbed the small fabric into my fist, heading toward the bathroom. Once inside I held it up against my body. It looked too small but once I got it on, it fit against every curve of my body. I wasn’t modest, but there was a whole different level of confidence needed to pull off wearing something like this. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed how the pink wasn’t as much as I had originally suspected. The center of the spaghetti strapped dresses front and back were black, but on each of the sides were bright pink. I guess it was made to accent the person’s curves. From the way it draped down in the front, it made my breast almost double in size. Finally, before I put another dress over it, so that my mother wouldn’t see, I bent over to do the ass check. Of course, in doing so, as I feared, I could see my white lace panties.

I still had no idea where we were going. There was nothing to do in this town and we were way too young to get into either of the bars here.

When I walked out of the bathroom I was wearing a normal summer dress. It was yellow with white daisies all over it. I headed in to the bedroom and Rylee rolled her eyes. “What?”

“You weren’t even going to let me see it?”

“I didn’t want to get caught. My mother would kill me if she saw me wearing something like that. Are you going to tell me where we are going?” I asked as she sat me down in front of my mirror and started messing with my hair.

“No, it is a surprise. Just be quiet and let me do my magic.”

“Fine, but my mother will suspect something if you cover my face in makeup.” There was no way I could go out of the house with as much makeup as Rylee wore on a normal basis. My mother would have had a heart attack.

“I will do your makeup once we leave stupid. Geesh give me some credit. I got a diploma too ya know.”