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By: Jess
I am worthy. I am more than worthy. And Nick Carter would be lucky to have me dang it! And if can’t see that? To HELL with him! I have wasted enough breath, enough thought, and enough of my time to the stupid idiot. I’ll show him what he’s missing! So what if I can’t get Nick Carter to note that I am 1) alive 2) a girl he could date 3) more than Brent’s little sister or 4) completely infatuated with him? Despite these hindrances to my ongoing plight, I am not going to sit idly by and sulk. Instead I have resolved that: Starting with tonight…New plan. New guy. And coincidentally after much time in my closet and Hannah consultation, going against everything that I was taught in college about women’s liberation and the degradation of the female in society’s status quo. I’m going to do it by being 100% shallow and choosing to work it with: the ensemble. As Cosmopolitan likes to point out to us apparent naïve girls who think that we shouldn’t have to dress to impress, appearance is everything. But I don’t care about that. All I care about is giving Jake’s sister a run for her money, because there has GOT to be some kind of retribution in this world, right? That said, I surveyed the scene before me, and prompted my willing accomplice, “So what do you think Hannah? Should I go with the black or should I try to find the shoes that match the bag that I’m going to use instead?” “Alright, when you say the black ones, are we talking the ankle wrap around straps with the killer heels?” Hannah questioned. “Umm…” I plucked the shoes I’d been eyeing from the closet for assessment, shifting the phone closer to my ear to accommodate the action. “We’re talking obscene heels. The kind that you know would make you fall flat on your face in the event that you’d have to run, ones that though are a fashion staple, are also a hindrance to womankind.” Hannah bristled on the other end. “I hadn’t realized the whole Nick dating Jake’s sister thing would make you vindictive enough to resort to the killer heels.” Dropping the shoes to the floor, I settled my feet into my shoes tentatively. “Well let’s just say that though I have accepted the fact that I am the victim of unrequited crushing, I’ll be damned if I don’t try to make him see what he’s missing.” “Wearing the black dress?” “No way,” I immediately corrected. “I went with the mini skirt!” “You’re so bad!” Hannah laughed on the other end. “You’re really taking this double-date scenario well…” I sidestepped in front of the mirror. “More like hoping against hope that maybe this friend of Nick’s is so amazing, that he’ll make me forget about my stupid psychotic obsession over a boy who will never realize my existence.” “You know who it is yet?” “No clue.” I flipped my hair. “But Brent hasn’t gone ballistic on me, so it probably isn’t one of the usual guys.” “Too bad,” Hannah chirped. “Toby’s a hottie!” I wrinkled my nose. “Toby has a girlfriend!” Hannah sighed forlornly. “I swear all the good ones are taken or gay.” “Or they’re completely oblivious,” I added, grabbing a pair of earrings from my jewelry box, and nearly dropping them with the sound of my brother bellowing downstairs. “That Brent screaming?” Hannah chortled. “Who else?” “Ooh! Bring the phone downstairs with you!” Hannah cooed excitedly. “I want to know who Nick brought!” I shook my head disdainfully at the idea. “Hannah, don’t you think it’d be just a teeny bit tacky lugging a phone with me when I’m supposed to be leaving?” “No,” she instantly disagreed. Despite her not being physically in the room, I could picture Hannah rolling her eyes at my statement. “LANA! Jesus Christ! Will you get out here? They’re waiting!” I spun around and glared at my doorway, my brother’s voice still booming through like a mack truck. “My brother is such a Neanderthal,” I complained into the receiver as Hannah giggled on the other end. Brent continued to yell, and tiring of the sound, I threw open my door, “Stop screaming already,” I commanded, shoving at my bulk of a brother standing in the archway. Brent eyeballed me, and his face instantly turned a shade of red only reserved for when he was about to blow a gasket. And he did of course when he realized what in the heck I was wearing. “Oh HELL no, Lana! What in the fuck is that?” Hannah whistled, the sound sharply ringing out across the phone line. “Ooh Lana! You MUST look damn good for Brent to go AWOL,” she commented gleefully as my brother huffed through the doorway. “It’s bad enough Nick brought AJ--” Brent fumed. I instantly perked up. Did he just say AJ? Hannah squealed excitedly, “Oh my God! You lucky bitch! Nick brought AJ!” This could be good. “Nick brought AJ?” I repeated brightly. My brother instantly frowned at my enthusiasm. I bit my lip, hiding back my smile. That I am taking as a yes… Brent of course, wasn’t very keen with the idea that I could potentially be hooking up with anyone. It was bad enough when he got into super protective mode when I dated someone, so add in that stupid boy rule about friends dating sisters- not like that stopped Nick from dating Jake’s sister (Am I bitter much or what?) - and you can only imagine how happy my brother was at this moment. Then again, AJ was more Nick’s friend, so technically he didn’t really count right? Brent had no excuses to be peeved, or did he? “Lana…” Brent warned.
…. Exactly. So I, of course, after years of dealing with my stupid brother, grinned widely before kissing him on the cheek. “Don’t wait up!” I called out, tossing him my phone, Hannah still on the line, as I passed him through the doorway into the hall. AJ’s eyes widened as I walked down the stairs. Which lead me to think… These heels weren’t too shabby. 11.
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