Ditched Cheating Alpha, I Led My Daughter to Life's Peak novel Chapter 33

She doesn't look like she wants to answer. "I was just saying." She looks away.

"No, tell me." I'm starting to have to hold myself back. I hate when people start saying something and don't finish it. Like don't get scared now, you were big enough to say it two second ago. Spit it out Suzie because I hope this isn't going where I think it is. "Why would I be let down?"

She let's it come out of her mouth. "I just don't think you're their type."

I cock my head back. I do it so hard I might need a chiropractor. What the hell did this bitc... I stop my thought, knowing my mother raised me better. What did this girl just say?

She puts her hands up, feigning a peace she'll never see me extend back to her. "I don't mean it like that. It's just, they're after girls who are..." She shifts her weight from side to side, looking for the right words. "...different than you. Girls who dress a little more... you know." She waves to her own appearance. "Do their hair."

"I do my hair," I say firmly. Does she know how long it takes to put in senegalese twists? I look down at my t-shirt and sweats. "And I just dress like this to school. I know what to wear to a party."

She puts her hand over her heart. "Thankfully."

Who the hell does she think she is? Michael isn't here to hold me back, and for the first time since I've gotten to this stupid school, that seems like a blessing.

She takes another look at my face and laughs. "Come on Mia, I'm just joking. You're beautiful! You'd be a great catch for anyone who's looking for someone decent. They're just after hoes is what I'm trying to say."

"Okay. If that's what you're saying?" That's not what she's saying. I ball my hands into fists.

"It is. of course." She pushes her loose curls behind her ear. "Either way, I definitely think we should go together. It would be a lot of fun, and a great way to make your debut as the new girl in town." She grins and bumps shoulders with me.

I smile too, albeit reluctantly. I wish I hadn't already agreed to going, "What are these parties usually like anyway? Have you been before?"

She looks at me incredulously. Almost laughing, she says, "Everyone goes to the Alpha parties."

Here we go again with alpha. "Is that their last name?" I ask. "Are the parties that special?"

She looks at me for a while, and then she nods slowly. "Yeah. You'll never forget them."

Maybe it's a pride thing?

I don't know. Maybe a level-headed, logical person could explain why, after I get home from school on Friday, I panic in my closet looking for something decent to wear.

Do I need to prove myself to Suzie and the rest of those girls?