"I will be coming to that Goddamned party," I said. Jenny squealed beside me, tugging at my arm and pulling me outside the gates of the school and to the pavement.
"Wait, where are we suddenly going?" I asked her, still dragging me along with her.
"Girl, you seriously asking me? Shopping! Duh!" she said and I, in turn, pulled my hands away from her tight grasp.
"We will have to walk to the mall?! Come on!" I exaggeratedly retorted, not wanting to excess the already little energy I have.
"Oh, if that is what you want, you can go by your imaginary car and drive there, but I'll be going. See you there," she said and waved off, ascending away from me.
"Wait!" I yelled, catching up on her and heading to the mall, walking.
Yay, me.
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"I present to you, the beautiful, magical and the—"
"Jenny, just get out and let me see," I cut her grand introduction off.
It's been almost two hours since Jenny and I were roaming around the whole mall, and to my total dismay, I couldn't find anything that catches my eye. And on the other hand, Jenny, picked at least hundreds of clothes to 'just try it on'. I complained about how many she had picked, which is so odd since she always wears hideous clothes and prefers hoodies. She rubbed me off saying, "The master needs time to find their perfect match", which was nonsensical, but went for it anyway.
Now, I am her 'spectator', as she is modeling every cloth at the store. I can't believe her 'fashionista side' triggered like that, for a stupid party.
She finally walked out of the dressing room, wearing gloomy green baggy jeans, with a white hoodie. She turned around, trying to look at herself and admiring the junk she is wearing as if it is a dress. She begs me to go to a party with her wearing a... I can't even name what the hell she has put on and call it something to wear. Poor girl, maybe her hoodie craving and her fashionista side mixed up, so she couldn't think straight.
"Seriously? Out of all the clothes you chose, this? Change." I commanded at her and she frowned, "You have been saying that for the thousandth time, say something else, like from the scale of one to ten, rate it." she said, her mirror reflection glaring at me.
"On average," I started, a smile threatening to surface, "I'd say about zero, but on a good day like going for a party, a solid ZERO," I said. She sighs and grumbles, "FINE."
"Where did your taste of clothing go? Out for a vacation?" I asked sarcastically, "Ha. Ha. Kate." she replied in a monotone voice, entering into one of the dressing stalls.
After waiting for at least twenty minutes, she finally got out of the dressing room, oh my days.
"Why did you take so long... oh, wow... Jen. I am mesmerized." I said surprised as Jenny walks out and stands in front of me.
She is wearing a paneled leather skirt just above her knee, with a glittering silver asymmetric top. This is so fucking gorgeous, if she would wear like this every time, then for sure, every boy will be lining up for her.
"Really? Like, I feel so... exposed," she said, trying to bring up the top to cover her chest.
"Are you serious? This is the best outfit I ever saw you wear since the day we met." I said, looking up and down at her.
"Ouch, Kate." she snapped, glaring at me.
"What now? You are the one who insisted to go to that party, and I'm trying to be honest." I said, laying on the surprisingly comfortable black sofa chair.
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Love Bunny
Teen Fiction"Love bunny," he said, making me look up at his eyes. "What?" I asked huskily, and this time, his voice vibrated to my very core when he lowly said, "You are a love bunny." He leaned into me very dangerously, and I surprisingly felt myself leaning...
