I finish my homework and head upstairs to my bedroom to get changed into my dress. That's right. I have to wear a dress. Well, at least it's a nice dress. And sometimes I do like to get dressed up, but that's besides the point. I have to go to a dance with somebody that I hate the guts of. My life is so complicated!

Either way, I get into my dress. It's had spaghetti straps and it is a light blue. It has sparkley tool ruffles and goes just below my knees. It has a sweetheart neckline as well, and I must say, it looks good. I go into my bathroom and pull out my makeup. Ugh, I think, my 'friends' are going to make me wear makeup any way if I don't wear it, so why go through the trouble. I grab my bottle of mascara and apply it. It looks not great, so I fix it up and continue on. I put on fresh lip gloss. It's a bright red, so it stands out against my hazel eyes. I then cover up some pimples with foundation. Good, I think. I pick up my hair brush and brush it smooth. I pick up a hair curler and curl my hair into little twists. I grab a section of my hair and braid it, then clip it back to the back of my head. I then hear the doorbell ring. It must be Jackson, I think. Oh great, the torture begins now. My mom calls for me and says my date is here. I throw up a little in my mouth. I drag out the last few minutes of me grabbing my wallet and putting on some silvery earrings and a silvery necklace with a blue heart charm. I grab a pair of light blue heels (that are like only an inch, I would probably kill myself in anything more than that. I can barely walk in these.) I then go out of my room and stumble down the stairs in my heels and see Jackson.

Jackson is in a black tux. And he's smiling a real smile. I quickly realize I look disgusted and put on a fake smile and hold back my gag. He looks good, but just for me, yuck. "Hi," I manage to say in between gags once I get to the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi," he says, looking me up and down. He then grins more. "You look beautiful." He says.

"Thanks," I say.

"Ok," my mom says, "You two better be heading off."

"Bye mom." I say as Jackson and I head out the door. We step into the limo that's waiting for us. All of the other popugirls are already inside with their dates when we get in.

"Omg, you look great Tara." Kimberly says. Kimberly is the head popugirl. She is extremely famous in school and just leads our group. She's the person who came up with the idea of threatening me to stay a popular. Honestly, Kimberly just isn't very nice to me when we're hanging out alone. Other wise, she's the nicest girl in the world. It kinda scares me.

The boys chat with each other about sportsy things and I talk with the other popugirls about the usual stuff. But I can't get Jason off of my mind. Whenever I talk about Jackson, I almost say Jason. Jason Lupus. My real boyfriend. My mind flutters off into Jason land when I suddenly feel Hallie tapping on my shoulder. "Earth to Tara!" She says.

"Were you fantasizing about Jackson." Olivia asks, grinning. Rats, I think. Now what do I say? "Sure," I say, halfheartedly.

"Well, he's right over there, you know." She says.

"Ok then." I say, slowly sliding over to him, about to vomit all over the leather interior of the limo. "Hi, Jackson." I say, putting on a fake smile.

"Hi, Tara." He says, with a full smile on his face. I see the boys behind him doing their weird immature things like saying 'ooooh' or smiling and making kissy faces mockingly. I almost vomit on Jackson. "So," he says, "you look really nice." He says looking me up and down again.

"Thanks," I say. Oh my gosh, this is probably the most awkward few minutes of my life. Luckily, Olivia saves me. I hope she is going to say, "let's just hang out as a group and ditch these boys." But, no, she says, "You need flirting help." Oh, darn it! Olivia gives me a long speech about the art of flirting. I half listen to it, but do keep some of the tips that I can use on Jason.

We eventually get to the Pizza Plaza. We sit down at individual tables for two, and I start looking at the menu. "Do you want to share a pizza?" I ask Jackson.

"Uh, sure," he says, "Or do you want to get some spaghetti?" He says, winking. I really hope that he isn't implying that we do the lady and the tramp spaghetti kiss. I really hope not.

"Um, I would prefer pizza." I say. I have saved my self from a possibly bad disaster.

"Ok, let's get a pineapple pizza." He says.

"Good," I say, " I like pineapple." I am almost about to be sick. I am on a date with Jackson. Ugh.

The waiter comes and takes our order. We both get water, but Jackson asks for one big cup with two straws. No! I think silently. He really does want to kiss me! No!

Our drink comes and a few minutes later my pizza comes. I lean down for a drink, and so does he. W both drink at the same time. He's staring into my eyes. I gag. I quickly stop drinking and grab a slice of pizza. Then he starts to talk about sports. Lots and lots of sports. I half listen to him drone on about the baseball team he's on and how it's doing so well. I couldn't care less about his little baseball league, but I sort of listen so it seems like I care. I don't want to hurt his feelings, even though I hate him, I don't like making others feel bad.

We finish our food and then Jackson pays for our pizza. I guess I didn't need my wallet. We then meet the others outside in the limo. It's time to go to the dance. And I just want Jackson to be Jason.

Disclaimer: Again, this is not made to offend anybody, the names are just randomly made up in my mind, these characters are not based off of real people. I am mainly using stereotypes and I don't own Lady and the Tramp, Disney does.