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I AM ABSOLUTELY INSANE!!! why did I agree to go? I don't like Derek. Actually, I strongly dislike him. I am only going becuase Coldplay is my favorite band ever. I'm not even going to be nice to him. I'll be... civil. and polite. But thats it. I'm not even going to  "primp" for him. Not that there is anything to work with........

"Lela, don't you own anything nicer than that?" Kaitlyn asks, exasperated. "No," I mumble, trying to clean up the mess she made in my closet. It looks like Old Navy threw up all over my room. "OOOHH, what about this?" She asks, holding up an olive green sweater that Ive never worn, and bought three months ago. " It doesn't look special. NOT that I want to look special or anything." I add hurriedly. She smirks, and throws it at me. "Put it on." I obey, slightly afraid of what might happen if I refuse.

"WOW. You look hot." She says, after I come out.

"No, I don't. Hot is not an adjective that I would use to describe me. Not that it's even a good adjective, anyway."

"It looks nice. The scoop neck really shows off your shoulders. And it goes wonderfully with my black skinny jeans."

"I still don't know how I'm going to function in these."

"You'll do fine. Now, for make-up."

She drags me to my dresser, and tells me to sit. I make a face, but comply, and try not to move as Kaity starts putting on..well, I don't exaclty know what she's putting on, but she's my best friend, and I trust her. Mostly.

"Look in the mirror." She says, a little surprised.

The girl I see in the mirror looks like me, only different. Prettier. Happier. The sweater fits her body perfectly, and hey brown eyes pop with dark greem rims. That can't be me.

"That cant be me." 

"Well, it is." DIINNNG! "Wow, and just in time. QUICK, answer the door!"

I run downstairs, catch my breath, smooth my hair(like in all the cheesy romance movies) and answer the door.

"Wow," Derek says, looking me up and down." You look great."

"Thanks," I say, blushing a little. Why am I blushing? He was just being nice. 

Kaity runs donwstairs, holding my bag."Here. Have fun. Call me as SOON as you get home." She rushes back upstairs, hopefully to clean up the diaster formerly known as my room, but most likely to watch House. Apparently, Dr. Chase is the newest teen hearthrob. I give Derek a "should we go?" shrug, and he nods, holding the door for me as we walk out.