Early next week I had officially committed to Northwestern. I was excited and I felt confident with my choice. Mostly because I could still see my friends and boyfriend but also because I knew that I felt comfortable there.

***

On Saturday afternoon, Harper, Margot, Elyse and I were finally going to our prom dress fitting for prom next week.

Harper and the girls had bought prom dresses but I was wearing my mom's old prom dress. I revamped it, or made her revamp it because I loved the material.

My mom never got to wear her prom dress and my grandmother had made it herself. My grandfather had just died from cancer so she never went to her senior prom.

The dress was gorgeous. It was this green velvet and it ran down to the floor. It had a total 90's look. It was sleek and sexy and hugged my body tightly.

It hid my insecurities and most of all it made me feel beautiful. Not like regular shmegular Charlotte but like super fine, classy Charlotte.

The straps on the original dress were pretty thick and I traded them in for a more spaghetti strap look. I got the dress cinched at the waist and looser around the hips. I had the hem extended because I was 3 inches taller than my mom and I knew I would be wearing heels.

My mom did everything but the slit that I wanted in the dress so I decided to take it to the same taylor that the rest of the girls went to.

Harper tried on her dress first and it was a lavender color that worked well against her jet black hair and her light brown skin. The dress was very cinderella-esque and looked amazing on her.

Elyse went next with a pale pink dress with lots of sheer layering. Elyse was so dainty and pretty she looked like a human fairy. She had brown wavy hair, a petite frame and the cutest button nose.

Margot went after her with an ice blue corset bodice dress with a sweetheart neckline. Her curly blond hair fit the dress super well and we all made her promise not to straighten it.

Last was me in my dress which hugged me like a glove. The slit was perfect and stopped two inches above my knee.

It flared out at the bottom a tad and I knew with the black heels I bought the length would be perfect.

I walked out of the dressing room and posed as my girls were catcalling at me.

"You look stunning Charlie!" Elyse said.

"For real! If Jordan didn't take you back he would have regretted it after seeing your ass in that dress," Margot said with a wink.

"We already know Charlotte has a superior butt guys. What we need to talk about is the leg you're giving with that slit," Harper said.

I shot her a little side smile and blew her a kiss before running back to the changing room to take off my dress.

***

After we all squished into Harper's car I laughed softly.

"You know what's funny guys?"

"What?" Margot said.

"We're going to prom with boys."

Elyse laughed.

"Like 4 boys like us enough to want to go to prom with us."

Margot smiled. "It's weird. Like I knew I would for sure have a boyfriend but the rest of y'all? Excuse me while I laugh."

I smacked the back of her head from the back seat and Elyse motioned for me to slap her again on behalf of her so of course I complied.

"Ow." She said as she rubbed her head.

"Me and Matt are going to have a long talk cause I think he's got some personal issues if he's decided to date you," I told her.

She reached behind me and pinched me and I just snickered.

***

I was telling Jordan about our dress fitting through facetime and he was trying to convince me to send him a picture but I wouldn't.

"Jordan I want you to be surprised," I told him.

"I'm a good actor. I can be surprised," he replied.

"No."

He pouted.

"I would ask you to send me a picture of what you're wearing but I already know what you're wearing."

"How do you know?"

"I'm pretty sure you're wearing a black tux with a bow tie, Jordan."

"Actually I changed my mind. I'm not wearing that."

I laughed.

"You think I'm kidding? I'm trying to surprise you too."

"First of all you bitched to me about the cost of the tux for like 3 hours even though I told you just to wear your old suit that you already have and now you're saying you returned it?"

"Yes," he said, like someone would say duh.

"Well you're a liar because your mom was talking to my mom today about how cute you looked in your tux."

"Damn man. This lady Angela's always trying to sell me out."

I snorted.

***

I was finishing up some homework around 9:10 when Carter burst into my room.

"I need your help," he said anxiously.

I threw a pillow at him.

"What do you want?"

"I have a project due tomorrow that I forgot about and I need a poster board, a glue stick and some markers."

I stared at him.

"Why don't you just ask mom?"

"Because she told me she'd kill me if I didn't stop waiting until last minute to do my projects."

I stared at him deadpan. "Okay ask dad."

"Bro you know if I wake up dad mom will hear and yell at me anyways."

I groaned.

I called Jordan and in 10 minutes he pulled up. I would have driven one of my parents' cars but they were both in the garage and that would ruin the subtlety vibe we were going for.

Carter slid into the back seat and I shut the door on the passenger side.

"Thanks Jordan," I said breathlessly.

"Yeah, thanks Jordan," Carter echoed.

"No problem."

He looked at me and gestured to Carter behind him.

"That's the homie," he said.

I groaned.

Luckily the nearest target was 10 minutes away so we got there quickly.

Carter climbed into the cart after Jordan offered to push him around and then I was stuck running after them.

After we got all the stuff we had 5 minutes until close. Jordan let me hop on the back because I was tired and he pushed the cart all the way to self check out.

I paid for the items and we returned the cart to a store worker who did not look amused by our antics.

And I got to admit as a cashier I understood how annoying it is when customers don't leave on time so for that reason we rushed out of there.

There was some light rain but we all ignored it and ran back to the car.

Jordan dropped us back off at home and surprisingly my mom wasn't downstairs waiting for us with the shovel she would use to dig our graves.

I was tired as hell cause you know, my sleep patterns are similar to that of a 70 year old but I decided to help Carter finish his project. So for about an hour and a half we set up and decorated his Michael Jordan poster.

Right after we finished I flicked him and made him go to bed.

I was really going to miss that rat.