All Chapters of The Bad Girl Wears Pink: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

"I know it's last-minute but can you tell Phoebe there's a party tonight next door?" I plead, following Helen around the kitchen as again she checked her events calendar and was blatantly ignoring me."A party?... Where?" Victor's disembodied voice asks.Five seconds later he walked into the kitchen. His eyebrow furrowed as I followed Helen around with my face screwed up in annoyance."Tonight, next door," I reply pursing my lips and looking from Helen to him.His eyes gleamed when he saw her and I scoffed under my breath and he cleared his throat and looked back at me."Left or right?" He asks."Right."

"The principal's house?" I snap, a high guttural sound, "how did my cellphone end up at the principal's house you moron!"His lips tightened into a thin line and I was fuming. The only thing keeping me from attacking him was the fact that I'd never get my cellphone back without him."It's a long story sweetling, and if you plan on getting your cellphone back, I suggest we go now and save the interrogation for later," the asshole replies.I glowered at the smirk he was wearing and let out a frustrated hiss."Fine moron... Stay here while I go change," I command."Oh c'mon Tink, there's no need for that," Blade responds immediately, his eyes looking me over searchingly.

The doorbell downstairs rang and I heard Helen's voice floating around before the door opened. Blade's voice greeted whoever opened the door and my heart panged nervously in my chest. I looked good, I told myself as I was doing some quick breathing exercises to calm the nervousness. My eyes swept over myself one last time in the mirror.I had let my hair down and it flowed in a mass of curls around my shoulders. The outfit I had chosen for my first date with Blade was an oversized sweater shirt that was opened back and held together with a ribbon, paired with off white lace shorts and platform sneakers. I gathered my cellphone and my purse and headed downstairs to where Blade was waiting. He was sitting on the couch, looking quite uncomfortable between Helen and Victor who seemed to be giving him 'the talk'. I would have laughed if I wasn't already feeling so nervous.