My definition Of Perfect               
Chapter 20:

I wiped all the mascara off my face, went downstairs, and didn't even look at him. I sat across the table from him, and I could see him staring at me confused, from the corner of my eye. I looked up at him for a second, and looked back down. He was just about to walk over to me, but I got up from the table, threw out my plate, and went up the stairs.

"I'm about to show you just how missin' me feels, in my red high heels!" I sang out and got ready. Country music always has some good music that makes me feel so much better. I put on a dress that looked unlike anything I would wear, and couldn't pick out what accessories to wear with it or shoes. I looked over at a pair of red heels I had , but never wore because I felt like they were too bold for me. I smiled to myself and slid them on.

I opened my door, and heard everyone downstairs. I'm gonna walk down there with confidence, and show Austin what he's missing. I walked down slowly, and everyone turned, and glued their eyes on me. Austin's jaw dropped, and I looked past him, and put the biggest, most confident smile on.

"Jess, you look stunning..." Austin said in awe.

"Thanks." I said emotionlessly, and walked past him. I looked at him for a second, and he looked so good dressed up... but I can't let him take the best of me.

Austin watched me, and couldn't keep his eyes off of me. Not much later, we got in our cars, and headed to where we were gonna take pictures. 

It was a beautiful lookout to the mountains. We all got out of the car, and he stood next to me. At this point, he could sense my anger.

"Are you okay, Jess?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I replied with a bit of anger in my voice, and I turned my back toward him. We all took a million pictures.

"Why don't you and Austin take some pictures together?" Austin's mom asked smiling at both of us. We both looked at each other for a second, and he waited for my reply. 

"Alright." I replied. We stood a little bit apart from each other.

"Come on, get closer guys. You act like you hate each other." Austin's mom pushed us closer. Austin put his arm around me, and we both looked at each other for a second, and he could sense I was hurting. We smiled for pictures, and then he pulled me to the side, and we sat on a bench.