Manage Me, I'm a mess

Just then, my phone buzzed.
too soon? It was from Chase. I smiled.

"Who is it?" Jack asked.

"Chase." I said. Jack laughed.

not at all. whats up?

im at work, bored. theres no more pretty faces to look at:) I laughed. Jack asked what I was laughing at but I ignored him.

what a sweet talker…

thats me. i get off in an hour. dinner at 8?

sure. where?

how about Cesarios?

ill be there. c u soon.

"I have a date, I have a date," I sang happily.

"Where are you guys going?" Alex asked.

"Were going to Cesarios at 8." I said. "You guys can help me get ready."

"No way." Jack said.

"Nu-uh." Alex said.

"Aw, c'mon, please!" I whined. They both reluctantly agreed after a couple more minutes of whining.

We got home and I told them to each pick something while I showered. When I finished, there were two outfits on my bed.

One was a straight cut purple dress, a big black belt, and lace tights with ankle boots.

One was my best couture gown.

Guess which one Jack picked out.

"Jack, sweetie, while this is a very nice outfit, I don't think it's...appropriate...for a date at a pizza parlor. Or any date that doesn't take place on the red carpet..." I said, slowly while Alex laughed uncontrollably.

"Fine," he grumbled and pouted.

However, the ensemble that Alex picked out was great. I pulled it on, did my hair and makeup and went downstairs.

"You look nice," Alex said as he went through my fridge. Jack was watching TV.

"Thank you."

"Me and Jack are going to have dinner there too, okay?”

"Why?"

"I told you, I don't have a good feeling about this guy...I want to keep an eye on him."

“I’m not a child,” I said, evenly.

“I don’t care, were coming.” He said.

“Ugghh!” I yelled. I marched up to my room and stayed in there until 7:30.

"Guys! I need to leave right now so either get your asses off the couch or I'm calling Chase!" I screamed and went out to their car. I stood by the back door, tapping my foot rudely. When the unlocked it, I yanked it open earning a, “Hey, hey, watch it!” from Alex. They were still oblivious to my anger.

“So, excited, S?” Jack asked.

“Mmm.” I mumbled.

“You look really nice.” Alex said.

“Mmm.”

“Cesarios, right?”

“Mmm.”

“Do you like this radio station?” Jack asked.

“Mmm.” They finally stopped asking questions, catching on.

“S, are you mad at us?” Alex asked, a little while later.

Thankfully, we had just reached the restaurant so instead of giving him an answer, I yanked the car door open, swinging my bag over my shoulder, and slammed it as hard as I possibly could. Without looking back, I stomped to the front of the restaurant, and went in.