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Even so, the black turtleneck made her look like she was going to a funeral.
A slutty funeral.
She could never wear this.
A knock at the door shocked her out of her thoughts. “Layne!
Look what I found!”
Layne pulled the door open, and Kara gasped. “Oh, you are so wearing that.”
“No way.”
“Did you see what those other girls were wearing? For once in your life would you try to fit in?”
She remembered that feeling from the library. It would probably be dark at the party, right? Layne swallowed. “Maybe.”
“With these.” Kara held up black boots. Matte leather, a stacked two-inch heel, and laces that went all the way up.
Layne remembered those boots. She knew kids whose whole outfits didn’t cost as much as those boots. Her mom had bought them for her right before high school started. “Please, Laynie,”
she’d said. “Wear something that doesn’t look like it came from the Goodwill.”
Layne had buried them in the back of her closet.
She reached out and touched the leather. Smooth as butter.
“All right,” she whispered.
The boots, when combined with the tights and skirt, made her legs look twenty miles long.
Kara started digging through her dresser. “Too much black.
You need something here!”
She was holding out a red turtleneck. Layne rarely wore it; the fabric was thin and it clung to her body.
Not to mention, it screamed with color and demanded attention.
“Wear it,” snapped Kara.
Layne heard her father’s keys in the door.
“Now,” said Kara. She backed out the door, pulling it closed behind her. “It’s almost time to go.”
Layne yanked the shirt over her head and didn’t look in the mirror. If she did, she’d never have the courage to walk out of this house. She just threw open the door and went downstairs.
Her father took one look at her and dropped all the mail he was carrying. He coughed. “I thought you said it was a girls’
night.”
“It is!” cried Kara. “Heather is going to do Layne’s hair, and we’re going to stuff ourselves with cookies ”
“Kara, I hope you don’t think I’m a fool.”
Kara rolled her eyes. “Mr. Forrest, no offense, but I don’t think you know much about girls’ nights.”
He looked at her, then back at Layne. “Maybe I should drive you.”
