Chapter Twelve

"I can't believe I'm doing this, and it's all because of you guys!" Alecia moaned.

"I think it could be good. So he wants to take you out to dinner, be glad he didn't want. . . you know." Kris commented.

"I guess, but I don't think I can make it through dinner with him. I don't think I can stand to look at him for that long."

"What? He's not hard to look at and you already admitted that you thought he was cute, CeCe." Michelle reminded her.

Alecia glared at her, she really didn't want to do this. She couldn't do this, she picked out another outfit and held it out for them to look at. "How about this?"

"Put. . . it. . . back!" April shuddered.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's nasty, that's what's wrong with it!" Kris exclaimed.

"Wear something nice, CeCe! This is dinner!" Michelle announced.

"But I don't want to look nice. . . this is just Nick. I don't care. You know I don't want to do this anyway."

"CeCe, stop it! I don't care if you can't stand him! You're gonna dress freakin' pretty if I have to dress you my damn self! Now move out of the way and let me pick something!" April yelled, shoving Alecia out of the way and rummaging through the closet. Alecia stared at her and backed away; she knew better than to mess with April when she got in her fashion frenzies. She sat on the bed next to Michelle and Kris.

"This is gonna be a disaster."

"You never know, you may actually enjoy yourself." Kris reasoned.

"Nice man, I still can't believe she agreed to this." AJ sighed.

"I didn't give her much choice. It was either this or. . . "

"Or what? Nick, man what's going on with you?"

"Nothing. So you think this shirt fits these pants?"

"Answer the question. What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything, Bone. I just want to hang out with her and this was the only way I could do it. I'm wearing this shirt."

"To hell with the damn shirt! Don't mess with her, Nick!"

"Why are you so defensive? You like her or something?"

"Yeah I do, although not in the way you think. There's something about her. Don't hurt her man. She's not like the rest of those sluts you're always with."

"Bone, relax man, it's dinner. I'm not gonna screw her."

AJ sighed and shook his head. "You know something, someone's gonna come along and she's gonna knock you off your ass and it won't just be a quick screw or lay. You'll care about her and she won't let you in. And you'll be the one who got screwed." AJ announced and walked out the door.

Alecia finished her make up and pulled at her dress. April, being the wonderful friend that she was, had picked the nicest mini dress she had which happened to be the shortest and tightest. She had gotten it for when she went clubbing. It was a black spaghetti strapped dress that came just above her knees. She bent over, pulling at her dress again to put her shoes on, when there was a knock at her door. The girls had left a short time ago so she knew it wasn't them. She glanced at the clock to see that it was 7:20 and she smirked. She flung the door open.

"You're early!"

"Yeah I know, I. . . "

"What?"

Nick gaped at her. Alecia felt self-conscious all of a sudden. Maybe she should change? No, she didn't care what he thought.

"Pick your jaw up! You make it seem like you've never seen a girl in a dress before."

"No, it's just. . . you look great."

"Thanks. April picked it out, I hope it'll do."

"Yeah, no you're fine."

"Ok, let's go then." She picked up her purse and followed him out the door.

Chapter Thirteen
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