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[27] FML

I here a faint humming sound when I take off my earphones after watching Dazed and Confused for what seems like the millionth time. I can never get tired of that movie. My mother returned to Egypt two days ago and I've been trying my best not to think about the whole thing about Colt's dad. Wyatt's right. We don't have enough information to know what's true and what's not which is why Colt and I have decided to put all our conspiracy theories on hold. At least for now.

The humming continues and I get up from the couch to look around. It's creepy because I'm home alone. Isn't this what happens in horror movies? You're home alone and you hear some creepy sounds. You go and investigate. The killer catches you. Boom! You're dead.

I decide to risk it and walk around the house. The humming gets louder as I get closer to my room.

"I love you, a bushel and a peck," Doris Day? "You bet your purdy neck I do! Doodle oodle ooooh."

You have got to be kidding me. I rush to my room to see a huge pile of clothes on my bed. "What. The. Hell?!" I yell and the humming stops.

"Mind your language, Fedora." Aunt Augusta crawls out from behind the pile.

"What are you doing?! When did you even get here?" I question.

"I got here about an hour ago. You were too busy watching that movie that you're so obsessed with. Matthew McConaughey is a fine man, but good lord, that movie is horrendous," She pulls out some more clothes from my closet and adds them to the pile. At this point, I start to wish that it would've been a serial killer in my house. Even that would have been better than Aunt Augusta.

"Aunt Augusta, what are you doing with my clothes?" I try to be polite and not show how annoyed I am. She continues to take clothes out of my closet and throws them into the pile, making it bigger and bigger.

"Well, I was searching for a decent dress for you to wear to the ball. You clearly don't have anything close to decent though," she starts. Who the hell does she think she is? She can't go through my stuff without asking me!

"Ball? What ball?" I ask.

"The Annual Riverbrook Ball, Fedora. Don't you ever pay attention?" She rolls her eyes.

"I was thinking you could borrow one of Macey's but those wouldn't fit. Neither would mine, obviously," She flips her hair. "You could wear one of your grandmère Sylvie's old dresses from the 50s. Those ought to fit." 

"Gee, thanks for the offer but I'm not interested. I've got other plans tonight," I lie.

"Well, cancel them. This is the Riverbrook Ball. You have no option. You can even bring a date," She suggests. "Fedora, I don't want to have to call your parents." She adds when she notices my hesitation.

My aunt is blackmailing me. Yay.

"Fine, but I'll get my own dress," I say and she nods.

"Are you going to be bringing a date?" She questions.

"Yeah, I'll bring Will," I shrug. I hope he's free.

"The Walker boy? Oh no. That won't do." She wrinkles her nose. Bitch.

"Well, who do you want me to bring then? Ashton Lizewski?" My voice is filled with sarcasm but she doesn't seem to pick that up.

"What a wonderful idea!" She beams.

"Yeah, that's not happening. Ashton and I aren't exactly friends," I tell her.

"Don't worry about it, darling. Darlene Lizewski is a close friend of mine. I'll take care of it." She pulls out her phone and starts to type something.

"Aunt Augusta, no! That was a joke," I protest.

"It's done! Ashton will be here to pick you up by 6." She smiles.

"What? No! Tell him I changed my mind!" I exclaim.

"It's already done, Fedora. You can't cancel on him now," she states. FML!

"Ugh!" I groan. 

"Please wear something presentable," She begs. "And clear this mess up, will you?" She points at the pile of clothes and then leaves.

Great. Now I have to clean all this up. Fun! And I have to got to a stupid ball with Ashton Freaking Lizewski, AKA the weird football player who is obsessed with perming his hair and is one of Chase's best friends. Oh, and he called me a slut. How could I forget? 

What have I gotten myself into?

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A/N

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