Lend Me Your
Heart
Sixty-Four
“Stupid dress!” I groaned, throwing one of my heels
against the wall in anger.
How did I gain so much weight that I couldn’t even fit into
my prom dress that about three weeks ago- three weeks
ago!
I sighed in frustration, still trying to zip it up even though I
knew I wouldn’t be able to get it.
Suddenly, there was a knock on my door.
Expecting it to be Joey, I swung it open while trying to zip my
dress at the same time; that’s why I was so shocked to see
Zach standing before me.
We hadn’t talked since last month, before spring break
(which, by the way, I spent in my house trying not to kill my
brother or cry whenever he said I told you so).
“Hi,” he breathed as his eyes scanned over my body
quickly before they met mine. “Wow.”
I blushed and bit my lip uncomfortably.
“Uh…sorry, I-uh…” he stuttered,
avoiding my stare. “I heard a loud noise and I wanted to
make sure you were okay.”
My brow creased in confusion, trying to think of what he could
possibly be talking about.
“Oh,” I laughed softy, “I threw my shoe against
the wall.”
“Your shoe?” he asked, pursing his lips.
“Yeah. I got angry because I’m too fat to fit into
this stupid dress.”
I didn’t know why I was complaining to him or even talking
to him.
I mean, he didn’t care about me, anyway.
“Why do you say that?” he asked.
“I can’t zip it,” I sighed, turning around to
show him.
“Layne, if anything, it’s that you’re not fat
enough,” he said. “It’s
jammed.”
“Oh,” a whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of
my lips when I felt his hands come in contact with my skin.
“There,” he said once my dress was all zipped up.
“Thanks,” I said, turning around to look into his
pretty eyes again.
“No problem,” he said, looking down and then back up
at me again. “I didn’t know you were going to
prom.”
I bit my lip and nodded slightly, looking at the wall.
“With who?” he asked, his voice a little bit louder
than before.
“Jake.”
“Jake Campiello? I know it’s none of my business,
Layne, but why him?”
I sighed, plying with one of the curls that fell around my
face.
“He asked me,” I said with a shrug. “I
wasn’t going to go unless somebody asked me. Prom’s
not really my thing.”
“I know,” was all he said. “Well, be careful
with him.”
I nodded, rolling my eyes.
Like you care, I thought.
“Anyway,” I said, changing the subject. “Are
you going?”
“I might stop by and take some food,” he shrugged,
making me laugh. “But I don’t think I’ll
stay.”
“Cool,” was all I said.
What was I supped to say?
This whole thing was just uncomfortable.
I was never uncomfortable around Zach, but things were different
now.
There was a bit of awkward silence until we heard the hallway
door swing open and hit the wall forcefully.
“Aye sexy!” he called once he saw me
standing in my doorframe.
“One second, Jake!” I yelled back to him, peering at
him over Zach’s shoulder.
I walked back into my room to find my clutch and looked in the
mirror once more before leaving.
I was wearing a long, loose, light green dress that matched my
eyes.
The bottom was made of a silk slip and thin, loose material that
trailed behind me whenever I walked.
The top was sparkly, strapless, and very fitted.
My reddish-brown hair was curled and pinned to the back of my
head with some other curls framing my face.
I looked pretty good, which made me happy since I hadn’t
gotten this dressed up since Zach and I broke up.
I didn’t really care, but I figured since Casey and Sarah
would probably want pictures, I should at least look a little
decent.
Zach was still holding the door open with one arm outstretched
when Jake walked into my room.
He was wearing a black tuxedo and a green tie that didn’t
even match my dress.
“You look f*cking gorgeous,” he said loudly, making
me a little uncomfortable.
“Thanks,” I mumbled shyly, turning around to look at
him.
“What’s pretty boy doing here?” he asked,
nodding towards Zach.
Zach’s jaw clenched in anger and he narrowed his eyes at
Jake.
“Don’t call him that, Jake,” I said, grabbing
his hand. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Jake smirked and unlocked his hand from mine, moving it around my
waist instead, his fingers dangerously close to my butt.
I sighed as we passed Zach on our way out of my room.
His eyes were glaring at Jake’s hands now, like they were
touching something that was his.
And they were.
“Be careful,” he mouthed to me as we passed him.
“Okay,” I mouthed back, smiling a little.
With that, he shut my door and walked towards his
room.
Jake is obnoxious af
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beccabear378 · 1 decade ago
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Please put up another one tonight. What happens at prom???!