P.S. I went to a Dustin Lynch concert Saturday and it was soo much fun! He waved and pointed at me and my friends! I'm gonna be Mrs. Lynch one day! For those of you who don't know, he's a famous country singer. A very sexy one at that. )

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"I have nothing to wear! This is gonna be a freakin' disaster! I'm gonna call Drake and cancel."

I've been looking through my closet for the past hour and I still can't find anything to wear. My floor is covered in clothes and shoes. I only have three hours until Drake is gonna be here. I have no idea how I'm gonna pull this off.

"Calm down! You're gonna be okay! We'll find you something to wear!" Brooklyn said, grabbing my face.

"We better hurry! I don't have much time! You still have to do my hair and makeup."

"I know.... Hey I have an idea. I saw this beautiful dress hanging in my moms closet. She never wears it. I'll call Cody and tell him to bring it over here. In the mean time, we can do your hair and makeup."

"I don't think I should wear one of your moms dresses. That would be weird."

"No it wouldn't. Now go take a shower while I call Cody."

"Whatever you say, Ms. Brooklyn." I replied, walking towards my en-suite.

Brooklyn's mom doesn't really like me. I don't know why but, she's never really been fond of me. I've done everything I could think of to make that woman like me but she won't budge. So wearing her dress without asking her first isn't a very good idea.

I stripped out of my clothes, turned on my music, and walked into the warm shower. I was singing my heart out to Heart Attack by One Direction before I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Hello?" I asked, a little scared. Brooklyn wouldn't have knocked. She would have just came in.

"Hello? Who's there?" I asked again, trying to find a weapon.

"It's me, Cody. Brooklyn had to go to the store real quick. She forgot she ran out of mascara. I just wanted to know if I could make me a sandwich. She forced me to bring the dress over here so I didn't get to finish my food." He stated with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Oh yeah sure. You didn't have to ask." I stated matter-of-factly.

"Well I wanted to make sure it was okay." He replied, still communicating with me through the bathroom door.

"It's fine. Go make you a sandwich. This is getting a little weird."

"I agree." He replied, walking out of my room. I could hear his footsteps getting lighter and lighter as he walked down the stairs into the kitchen.

I stepped out of the shower and towel dried my hair. I brushed my teeth and applied some deodorant. I slipped on a blue leopard print bra with matching panties. I then wrapped my self up in a floral print robe. I walked into my bedroom and found a beautiful Aqua colored dress laid out on my bed. I picked it up to examine it and fell in love. This dress is so me. I might just steal it from Brooklyn's mom.

"So I'm guessing you like the dress." Brooklyn startled me, causing me to drop the gorgeous dress.

"Yes I do. It's so pretty. It fits me, you know?"

"Yeah I do. That's why I got it you dimwit." She giggled.

"Right."

"Alright let's start doing your hair." She declared, shoving me into the chair beside my vanity.

I was sitting in that very uncomfortable chair for at least an hour before she was finally done tormenting my poor head. I have no idea what she's doing, but it better be good. I didn't get a headache and a numb butt just so I could look like I was raised by wolves.

"Well turn around already." She stated, slightly pushing my shoulder towards the direction of the mirror.

I slowly turned around, afraid of what I might look like. When I finally made my way to the mirror, I was completely and utterly shocked. I can't believe this is my hair. The top layer is teased into a small bump, pulled back by bobby pins. The bobby pins were covered by a small bow the same color as my dress. The hair that was left down was curled by her wand. It was cascaded down my back. It looked so amazing.

"Oh my gosh Brooklyn! My hair looks amazing! How did you manage to do this with my hair?" I asked.

"It's a gift. Now you see why I wanna become a cosmetologist?"

"Yes I do! You are so good!" I gushed.

"Why thank you Kylie." She laughed. "Now time for your makeup so turn back around."

She didn't spend as long on my makeup as she did with my hair, but she took longer then expected. She was so concentrated while she was doing my makeup. I could tell being a cosmetologist was her dream. In my opinion, she was so good, she could be a celebrity makeup artist.

"Turn around and be amazed." She stated.

I slowly turned around and once again, I was amazed. She made a smokey eye affect on my eyes. My mascara was fanned out on the ends to make my eyelashes look like angel wings. My base was nude with light brown powder to bring out my cheek bones. I already had a natural blush on my cheeks so I never wear blush. She put red lipstick with a little lip gloss on my lips to make them appear "puffier" as she called it. I couldn't believe the person in the mirror was me.

"Wow! I...I'm speechless. Thank you so much!" I squealed, giving her a huge hug.

"No problem." She giggled, trying to pry me off of her. "Go get dressed."

"Okay, okay." I laughed, walking towards my closet. I always get dressed in my closet because it has a full length mirror and a seat to put on my shoes.

I slipped on the dress and paired it with some dark blue wedges. The wedges accented the dress perfectly. I looked in the mirror and was amazed for the third time tonight. I stepped out of my closet and Brooklyn just stared at me. I cleared my throat so she knew I was waiting for her reaction.

"You look absolutely stunning, Kylie. Drake is gonna fall in love with you."

"Whatever." I giggled. "What time is it?"

"It's 6:50."

"Oh no! Drake is gonna be here any minute. I have to go!" I shouted, running out of my room, grabbing my clutch on the way down.

"Quit running! You don't need to fall!" Brooklyn yelled.

I ran into the living room and looked out of the window. I noticed a certain car pulling up into my driveway. A few seconds later, my door bell rang. I opened the door with anger plastered on my face.

"What do you want?"

"I.....uh......I......I....... was just wanting to w-work on our p-project." He stuttered.

"Well I'm busy."

"Why are you so dressed up?" Ezra asked, checking me out.

"It's none of your business."

"There's no need to cock an attitude. I was just wondering."

"Sorry. I'm just nervous."

"For what?"

"I...uh.. have a date." I replied.

His smile dropped. He looked disappointed.

"With who?" He asked.

"Drake."

"The a**hole Austen beat the crap out of?!?" He asked with his fist clinched.

"Don't call him that and if anything, Drake beat the crap out of Austen!!" I exclaimed.

"Whatever. Have fun on your stupid date." He stated, a hint of jealousy trailing off in his deep voice.

"I will!" I shouted back.

"Oh and by the way Kylie.... You look breathtakingly beautiful." He smirked, driving off in his black corvette.

Did I hear that right? Why did my heart just start racing a hundred miles an hour?

Of course, Drake was late. He didn't pick me up until 7:20. Not a very good first impression.

"You look hot tonight." He smiled.

I don't know why, but it bothered me when he called me hot. I would rather be called beautiful then hot.

"Thanks... I guess. Where are we going?" I asked curiously.

"Well I was gonna take you to this fancy restaurant Cody told me about, but then a few of my buddies invited me to this party across town so I decided we could go there instead."

Seriously? A party for a first date? This isn't going as well as I planned.

"Oh."

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the stupid party. I sat in the car thinking Drake was gonna open the door for me but not to my surprise, he didn't. He just asked if I was coming. I nodded and stepped out of his truck. I got a few looks from some guys but ignored them and walked side by side with Drake.

"Hey dude! You made it! Oh and I see you brought a sexy date with you." One of Drake's friends said, eye raping me. I felt very uncomfortable so I hid behind Drake. He didn't seem to notice that I was uncomfortable, so he shoved me out from behind him.

"C'mon. Like Lathen said, you look sexy. There's no need to be so shy, Kylie."

"I'm not being shy. I'm just uncomfortable." I stated, annoyed.

"Well don't be." Drake declared, glaring at me.

"Don't tell me what to do." I walked towards the party, already eager to leave.

When I walked into the house, everyone started staring at me. I heard a few whispers from a group of slutty girls in the corner. I ignored them and walked towards the kitchen to get a much needed drink. I sat on a stool waiting for someone to ask me what drink I wanted. Thankfully, it didn't take long. I asked for a shot of whiskey and a dr.pepper to chase it. As soon as I got my drink, I downed it in no time. I asked for another and then downed that one. Six shots later, I was a little drunk. I couldn't walk straight and I was slurring my speech.

"Can I have another shot and dr.pepper please?" I asked.

"I think you've had enough." A deep familiar voice spoke.

"You're not my dad! I can drink however much I want! Now, bar person, get me another round!" I slurred, pointing at the waiter dude.

Right before I was about to down the shot, he grabbed it out of my hand and slid it across the bar.

"Hey! You can't do that! Give it back, Ezra!" I yelled, causing a few glances our way.

"No. C'mon. We need to get you home."

"No way! I'm having so much fun! I don't wanna go home. Hey look, there's a bunny hopping on the table!"

"What? Kylie, you're drunk. There's no da** bunny! Now let's go!" He declared. I tried shoving him away from me but he just stood there, staring into my eyes.

"You have pretty eyes. I want 'em." I said, touching his eyelids.

"Kylie, I'm serious. Lets. Go."

I gave in and let him drag me to his car, running into Drake on the way out.

"Kylie! Baby! Where have you been all night? I've been saving a dance for you." He smirked.

"Oooo I could dance. Ezra let me dance with my date."

"Whatever." He stormed off.

"Don't Say Goodnight" by Hot Chelle Rae came over the stereo. I started swaying my hips to the music. Drake snaked his hands around my hips, causing me to start moving my body.

"Dang girl. I didn't know you could dance like this." Drake said.

"Me either. I guess it's the alcohol." I replied.

"Then lets get you another drink."

"Alright." I agreed.

We made our way to the bar once again. He ordered me a shot. I had no idea what kind it was, but I threw it to the back of my mouth. A burning sensation crept up my throat. I threw my head back in pleasure and danced my way back to the dance floor.

"I'm havin' so much fun!" I yelled over the music.

"Me too!" Drake yelled back.

He twisted me around so I was facing him. His hands were on my waist. I put my hands on his chest and made my way down to his stomach.

"Kylie, you are so sexy right now!"

I felt my stomach start to churn. I stepped back right before I puked all over his shoes.

"What the he**!" He exclaimed.

"I'm sorry."

"That is disgusting! Get away from me!" Drake yelled, shoving me away.

"Don't push me!"

"I'm sorry Kylie! I don't know what got over me." I could tell he was just saying whatever he needed to get in my pants.

"It's okay. Lets just go home." I declared.

"I don't think we should drive. We can just stay the night here."

"No way! I'll go home with Ezra."

"You're not going home with him. I'm your date." He ordered.

"Well you sure as heck haven't acted like my date!"

"What are you talking about? Yes I have!" He argued.

"No you haven't, Drake! Lets face it, we're better off as friends."

"Whatever Kylie. You're a waste of my time."

"Then why did you even bring me here?!?" I asked.

"Because I felt sorry for you. You were cheated on and needed to move on. You should have known I would never actually date you. You're not my type."

"So I'm not slutty enough for you?"

He smirked, "You could say that."

"God! I can't believe you! Get away from me you a**hole!!!!" I exclaimed, shoving him away.

I walked out of the house and started walking down the road. I didn't even bother calling for a ride. Everyone is asleep by now and my dad cannot see me like this. I called him earlier tonight and told him I was staying the night at Brooklyn's. He told me that was fine, I just needed to be back in the morning for school.

"You need a ride home?"

His deep voice echoed in my head, causing some serious pain. I grabbed my head and walked towards his car.

"Yeah I do, but not to my house. I can't go to Brooklyn's because her mom hates me and she wouldn't appreciate me showing up at her house drunk."

"So where to?" He asked. That was a good question. I have no where to go.

"Um.. I guess a hotel. I don't have much money so it needs to be somewhere cheap."

"You're not going to a hotel by yourself drunk. Some pervert might rape you."

"Then where am I gonna go, Ezra?"

"You can come to my house."

"Excuse me? No way in he** am I comin' to your house!" I exclaimed, turning down the radio.

"You have no where else to go. Quit being so stubborn." Ezra ordered, gripping the steering wheel.

"Whatever."

I turned towards Ezra and noticed how good he looked driving. Man, I must be pretty drunk right now.

"You look hot driving." I stated, looking at his reaction.

He seemed shocked at first, but then slowly started to grow a smirk.

"I do?" He asked, with amusement written all over his face.

"You sure do. That shirt does your muscles wonders."

"Yeah, you're drunk Kylie. Here, take some medicine and go to sleep." He declared, handing me some small white pills.

"What kind of pills are these? Are you trying to kill me? How could you?! I thought we were frenemies!" I asked, frantically.

"Calm down! It's to help you fall asleep."

"Oh okay." I replied, shoving the pills in my mouth.

A few minutes later, my eyes started getting heavy before I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder.