Page 21 of The Blue Rose
She replies almost instantly.
Jessica
Bitch, ordering an Uber now. Tell me everything when I get there!
I put my phone down and head to the bathroom, to wash off the paint. This is my first real date in forever, and I want to look presentable. My first real date was supposed to be with Aster,but you win some and you lose some. It’s his loss for not texting me back. I’m going to go on this date and have the best time.
Thirty minutes later, I hear Jessica slam open the door and yells, “Bitch! Get your ass to your room. I need all the details, and we need to figure out hair, makeup, and what you’re wearing.”
Wrapping the towel around me, I make my way to my room, finding Jessica already in my closet looking through my clothes. I sigh, walking in and throwing on a pair of red laced panties.
“First, where are you going?” she says pushing dresses to the side.
I laugh, “Nice to see you, too. He's taking me to an Italian place downtown.”
She turns her head, eyes wide, hands frozen over the clothes. “Giovanna’s Italiana?” I nod. She turns back around. “I know the perfect thing for you to wear.” A couple minutes later she pulls out my floor length forest green dress. A dress I forgot about, it was a dress I bought when my mom was still alive. We were going to get all dressed up, and go to our favorite Italian place, and just have a night together. She was getting worse, but told me to buy the dress anyway, her way of manifesting she’d be better and I could wear it. Mom passed before we ever got to have that date, but I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it.
I looked at her with hesitation, tears starting to glisten in my eyes. “I don’t think I can, that seems a little fancy and too many memories connected to it.”
She scoffs “Absolutely. Trust me, I’ve been there. This is what people wear when they go to Giovanna’s. When I went there, I wore something even fancier. This is perfect.” She thrusts the dress towards me.
Turning my head, I push the dress away, “Jess, you don’t understand I was supposed to wear-”
“You’re supposed to wear this dress now.” She slips the hanger off, tossing it over my shoulders, “You know I’m right, your choice in clothing isn’t the best. You said so yourself. You were going to wear this at one point, so live a little and put it on.”
I squeeze my hands hard, to calm my anger towards her, that my fingernails leave behind half moon prints on my palm. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes and counting to ten. I open them and throw the dress over my mirror, and head over to my vanity to start putting my makeup on, ignoring her.
Jessica sits on my bed, looking at me through the mirror, picking at her nails, waiting for me to give her the details she’s craving. I don’t want to talk to her at the moment, so I toss my phone to her to look at Tylers profile, messages already pulled up. She excitedly scrambles to my phone and begins to read.
She places my phone next to her and says. “Well he is very flirty and more my type then yours, it’s a shame he’s already asked you out.” She lays on the end of the bed, resting her head on her hands, “He is really cute. If things don’t work out, I might send him a message myself.”
I turn around to face her, mouth open, eyes squinting.Did she really just say that?“Such a shame that someone would notice me before you, way to be a bitch. Jessica.” Saying her full name makes her mad, so I say it with a smile on my face and turn back around to start applying mascara.
Jessica comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my neck, making me flinch from her touch. “I’m sorry, but you know it’s true. I don’t want to lie to you, Serena. Plus, if things don’t work out then you have me to thank for not getting too attached.”
Ever since I met Aster and he didn’t even give her the time of day, it’s like Jessica’s become a completely different person. She used to be so nice, the one person I could call on always and she’d be there. Lately though, she’s been mean, in a nice way.Like how Regina George, fromMean Girlsis to her friends, the fake nice, and I don’t like it.
“Thanks, Jess,” I say sarcastically.
She kisses my cheek, like she didn’t just insult me and stands up. I take a makeup wipe and wipe off her lipstick stain.Great, now I have to redo my foundation.
I finished getting my makeup ready for tonight. I opted for muted green eyeshadow, to compliment the dress I’m wearing, and nude lipstick.
Walking over to my mirror, I put my dress on, the fabric caressing my skin as it flows to the floor.It really is beautiful. I hate that Jessica was right.The dress is a high neck halter, and a cut out going down to the chest revealing an appropriate amount of cleavage. It is skin tight, hugging all the right places to show off my curves. There is a slit at the bottom, making it look more sexy than classy. My hair is half up, and half down, the loose curls falling at my breasts and emphasizing the delicate column of my neck.
Jessica whistles her approval from behind me, “I’d fuck you.”
There’s the best friend I know and love.
I laugh. “Shut up! I’m not planning on spreading my legs tonight.”
“Looking like that will have Tyler frothing at the mouth, and begging on his knees for a chance to see that dress on the floor.”
I look back at my reflection and smile, “Yeah, you’re right I do look pretty fucking hot.”
She leaps off the bed, walking over, smacking me in the ass, “Yeah you do!”
She looks at my reflection and whispers. “You are beautiful, Serena. I’m sorry I don’t say it enough.” Her voice is the most honest, and serene I've ever heard it. Tears fill my eyes, and I quickly blink them away to keep most of my makeup intact. "There's one thing you're missing."
