Living With The Bad Boy

14) Not Every Girl Wants A Personal Stalker

"Nena that's too big on her," Lena criticized, shaking her head in disapproval. Guess what? Apparently, the three hours of tutoring did work and my favorite little girl got a big, fat, ninety on her test. Just one, less point and I wouldn't have been suffering the curse of dress shopping.

"I have plenty of dresses at home," I reminded her, glaring up at the ceiling. "Why do I need to buy more?"

"Because," she drawled out, making funny faces at each and every dress she looked at. "This is your first football game and after party here, it's tradition to buy new clothes." I swear we just went to a party a couple days ago, even if it was a birthday party. I didn't buy new clothes for that! Well, the dress was a gift but not the point here.

"She's lying about the second part!" Marcie yelled from the changing room, having my back as always. I'm not the only one who was being tortured here.

For fuck's sake I've tried on three dresses which show more skin than cloth, three uncomfortable crop tops which blocked my entire blood flow, and five pairs of itchy jeans and leather pants! I think I'm going to explode or go mental. Gah.

Seeing my annoyance at the peak, Nena rubbed small circles on my back. "Easy there gorilla," she soothed, slyly handing me a spaghetti strap white crop top paired with black leggings and a leather jacket. This is actually not half bad, can't say the same about the piece of cloth in the middle though.

"Like?" she innocently asked, practically shoving the damn thing in my face.

I set it back away, smoothing my hair out. "If I say yes does it mean that I don't have to suffer anymore?" I hopefully asked, begging her with my eyes. She can't be immune to my puppy dog eyes. I don't mind shopping but this, this torture right here is too much to handle.

She sighed dramatically, nodding and adding my outfit to the shopping cart which was filled with clothes.

"Marcie, come out already!" she screamed at the occupied stall. Give it ten minutes tops before we get kicked out for all the screaming.

"This damn thing is squeezing the life out of me!" she screamed back, making animal noises that echoed in the room.

"Just come out," Lena said, happily texting back on her phone. Here's a hint, his middle name sounds hilarious and he's, unfortunately, related to me. Lucky her, her torture was done ten minutes after finding a perfect black dress. It's not fair, all the clothes fit perfectly for her perfect five-foot-four hourglass figure.

Marcie came out with the same expression as me when I tried on most of Nena's dress choices, wearing a tight white shirt that had straps that tied around her neck matched with black fake jean leggings.

"It suits you," I complimented, shooting her a mocking pity look. Truth to be told, it did look amazing on her. But looking great pays a price.

"It does," Nena agreed, snatching and locking the phone of a protesting Lena. I caught a glimpse of an L. Ha! Knew it. I'm always right.

"Great," I clapped, ready to leave this atrocity. "Let's go home and eat. I'm starving."

"No. No. No," Nena spoke out, grabbing my arm to prevent me from leaving. What now? "We still have to shop for shoes and buy shorts to wear for the game. It's warm out you know."

"It's not warm out you meanie," I huffed. Taking a look outside, I noticed that there wasn't an ounce of snow and the sun was shining brighter than Nena's smile. Stupid global warming.

"You shop for shoes, I might get another piercing or look for earrings," I negotiated, lying straight through my teeth. I don't have space for another piercing in the places I like. Okay maybe I wasn't lying about the earrings part though. What? I'm a girl. Sue me.