STILL needs a title! Chapter Three!

For Jocelyn Taylor, men have always failed her, until...

Freshman: Chapter Three.

          “Haha, Eric, don’t be like that!” I said giggling loudly. My boyfriend, Eric, was tickling my stomach.
          “Oh come on, you know you love me!” He said back.
          “Yes, I do.” I said smiling. He pressed his pink lips against mine. I had been dating Eric since eighth grade. I completely trusted him.
          “So,” He said, pulling away, “Are you going to go to Chris’s party this Friday?” He winked at me. He had beautiful brown hair, cut on a boyish style that made him look gorgeous and innocent, and huge blue eyes.
           “Yeah, I suppose so. I assume you’re going?” Chris was Eric’s best friend.
           “Yeah, I gotta make sure no one gets in without an invitation.” He smiled again. I could see sweet Eric now, telling people to go home because they weren’t invited. It wouldn’t happen. He was just too nice a guy. “Look,” he said, “I have to go home. My dad wanted me to be back before five.  I love you.” He said, getting up off the couch.
            “I love you too.” I said. He gathered his things and walked out the door. I flopped back down on the couch. What could I possibly wear to that stupid party? I probably wouldn’t even be going if Eppie wasn’t dating Chris and Eric was best friends with Chris. We were all practically connected in some weird way. I got up and bounced into my room, opening my closet. After trying on about a hundred combinations, I finally settled on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a black strapless top, and a gray half-sweater.
          “Jo?” I jumped. Eppie was downstairs calling my name. Sometimes I hated the fact that we had keys to each other’s house. She always had this way of sneaking up on me, whether she meant to or not.
          “Up here!” I called. Eppie came running up the stairs.
          “Hey!”
          “Hey. What’s up?” Eppie smiled. “Does something always have to be up? Can I not just come over to my best friend’s house and say hey?” I dropped the bracelet I was holding on my bed.
          “Yes, you can.” I said, striding over to my doorway where Eppie was still standing, and hugged her. She always smelled of warm chocolate and cinnamon.
            “So,” Eppie said, pulling away, “guess what’s up?” I laughed.
            “So something is up.”
            “Yes,” Eppie said, “something is certainly up.” I laughed again,
            “Okay, what?” Eppie’s face burst into a huge grin. “Erial’s getting married!” Erial was Eppie’s sister, a young, chirpy brunette who took after her father. Erial and Eppie shared the same happy personality, which is why I liked both of them so much. To hear Erial’s boyfriend, Beauchamp, had finally proposed made me smile. To me, Erial and Eppie deserved only the best.
            “Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed. “I’m so happy for her! I’m going to call her up right now!” I grabbed my phone off my dresser and punched in Erial’s number furiously.
            “Hello?!” Erial’s happy voice said. Of course she was happy. She was going to get married.
            “Hey! I heard the great news! I’m so happy for you! Congratulations!”
            “Oh my God, thanks girl! I’m so excited! ” Erial said. “Hey, Jody, let me call you back later. I’m on the way over to my future in-laws house. Bye!” And before I could say bye back, Erial had disconnected the line. I held the phone away from my ear and made a clueless face. Eppie laughed.
           “Sorry,” she said, “She’s just really excited. And distracted. But mostly distracted.”
            I smiled. “I know she is. Are you going to be her maid of honor?”
          “Yeah, I don’t see why not. I better be! And you ought to be a bridesmaid! I’ll ask her once I get home!”
           I frowned. “Eppie, you can’t just ask her to let me be a bridesmaid. It’s kinda rude. Let’s just see who she picks, okay?”
          Eppie’s face fell. “Okay, yeah, I suppose you’re right. It would be kind of rude.”
         “Okay,” I said, changing the subject ever-so-slightly, “is this acceptable to wear to Chris’s party?” I held up the top and sweater. 
        “Yeah, that looks good together. Do you know what shoes you’re going to wear?”
         I furrowed my brow in an attempt to think. “No, not really. Any suggestions?”
         “Um, yeah. I have a pair of gray Converse you can wear. That’ll balance out the girly-ness with a side of hard-core.” Eppie knew everything there was to know about fashion, she just didn’t want to make a career out of it like most girls do. Some of the things she told me sometimes were outrageous sounding, but when I put on her latest configuration, everything fell together perfectly.
         “Okay,” I said, “I bet it’ll look great.” I smiled.
         “Well, I just wanted to run over here and tell you the news about Erial. I really need to go.” Eppie said finally.
        “Are you sure? You don’t want to stay for dinner or something?”
        “No, I’m good.”
        “Okay, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said.
        “Okay, tomorrow. Bye.” She said, backing out of my bedroom door.

 

Author's Note

This is a pretty short chapter, so, if you can think of any way for me to lengthen it, it would be appreciated. The reason it's kinda short is because I honestly just didn't have a lot to say here. Anyhow, chapter four coming right up! :)

Reviews

[James Watts]

Some chapters are short some are long...chapters end when they feel right. This reads well, as well as previous chapters. The third line of dialogue struck me odd. Or rather the pink lips part.
You could probably omit pink. One thing I do is read over each chapter out loud and see how it sounds. But, if I get another God awful publisher and editor on this next novel I will scream lol. You do good work so be careful when you get ready to publish.