Wild Girl

I walked through the house. I was tired and a little sick to my stomach. I had found out that I was able to go to prom and I didn't have a date.

"She's mad?" I stared at Dubo.

"Shut up," I sat my bag down and jogged upstairs.

"Dakota!" Kells' door flew open.

"Hi? I wasn't looking for you at all," I smiled.

"Liar," he picked me up.

I giggled. He carried me into his room and sat me on his bed.

"What's up?" I shrugged.

"Prom," he sat next to me.

"What about it?" I stared at the floor.

"I hate school dances, but it is my senior year and I want to go. I have no date," he got an evil glint in his eyes.

"When?" he smiled.

"In April. I'm going dress shopping soon," I nudged his shoulder with my nose.

"Color?" I stared at him.

"I want a purple dress," I laid back.

"Women and girlie colors," he poked my side.

"Eh. I love the color purple," I grinned.

"You love a lot of things," he smiled at me.

"I do. Mainly idiots," I shrugged.

"Ha!" he kissed me.

I smiled. He nudged my nose with his.

"Loser," he flipped me onto my back.

"Dork," he pinned my arms.

"Dakota," he slid his hands down my sides.

"Kells," he kissed me.

"You smell like school," I laughed.

"You smell like booze," he shrugged.

"What I do all day," I rolled my eyes and pushed him off.

"I have gymnastics and choir," I sat up and smiled.

"Can I come?" he winked.

"Sure," I walked over to my bag and grabbed my spankies and a sports bra.

I took off my white tee and jeans. I had forgotten my idiot friend was in the room. I unhooked my bra and let the black straps fall. I pulled on my grey sports bra and slipped the black ADIDAS spanks. I grabbed my New Balance tennis shoes and pinned my bangs back.

"I hate short hair!" I tugged a pair of grey sweats on.

Kells was watching me. I grinned. I grabbed my keys and motioned for him to follow. The afternoon was going to be interesting.