19. Callie
Chapter 19
Callie
Junior Year
Our first actual fight.
Great.
Mase was ignoring me which only made me more annoyed about the whole situation. It all started because he asked me to prom. Who fights about prom?! Isn’t that supposed to be one of the biggest highlights of high school?
About a month before prom, Mason had asked me to the prom. Of course, I said yes. I was so excited to go dress shopping. My mom and I found this beautiful light blue dress that I knew Mason would love.
I called Mason later that night and told him all about it but told him that he would have to wait to see it until prom night. I was planning on getting the corsage and boutonniere for us so that it would match my dress without him having to see it. He got so upset because he wanted to wear a different color and pick out my corsage. He wanted to do this the right way , or so he said.
I had already bought the dress and I was so excited so I didn’t want to have to return it and find a burgundy one. This was our first big fight. It was so dumb. We didn’t talk for about two days. He even ignored me in school. Blue is his favorite color so I thought he’d love the fact that I found a blue dress to wear to prom. A few days later he apologized.
“Callie Grace, I’m sorry. I overreacted about the prom dress. I’d be happy to pick out a suit with light blue accents. That is if you’ll forgive me and still go to prom with me.”
Of course, I forgave him and went to prom. I was wearing that dress one way or another.
I’m standing in my bedroom surrounded by posters and the annoyingly bright pink paint I thought was the perfect color when we first moved here. Staring at myself in the mirror I’m shocked at the outcome of my mom’s best friend, Dottie, doing my hair and makeup for prom.
I didn’t want anything wild or too unnatural. She opted for different shades of gray to do a light smokey eye and my hair was pinned up into a bun with a few strands left down to frame my face. I hardly ever wear make-up and when I do it’s typically just some mascara and eyeliner, so this is way out of my comfort zone.
I’m not sure what Mason will say or think, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.
I hear the front door open and then Em screeching about how beautiful I am. Mason’s here. It’s now or never.
Em slams open my door. “MASON’S HERE!”
“So, I heard.” I laugh. “Your screeching kind of gave it away sis.”
“Oh… Sorry. Come on, let’s go! Mom is waiting with her phone in hand to take more pictures than necessary.” Em says, rolling her eyes. We both get annoyed at mom’s “let’s take a picture” but I know we’ll both appreciate it when we’re older.
I take a deep breath, turning one more time to look in the mirror.
“Cal, you’re beautiful. There’s nothing to worry about. Mason is going to love everything.” Em says, trying to calm my nerves.
“Okay. I guess it’s time.” I say taking small steps towards my bedroom door. I can hear muted conversations down the hall and for whatever reason it’s making my nerves that much worse.
As I approach the living room, I hear Mom telling Mason how handsome he looks. I don’t know why but hearing that makes me even more nervous about how I look, thinking I won’t be pretty enough for him.
I focus on taking deep breaths. In. Hold. Out. In. Hold. Out. This calms my nerves just the slightest and then I reach the end of the hallway and see Mason standing there looking as handsome as ever. Mom was right. I knew she was but seeing him in a suit—man that’s causing a whole new feeling to spread through my chest.