too close

⁰⁵ / " who are you wainting on, pretty girl ? "

《 ✦ TOO CLOSE ✦ 》

You rolled your eyes at his comment and left. You arrived at your next class on time. You looked a little excited about going to the party.

Of course, it's not because you'll be seeing Eren, but because you'll be seeing your friends. Eren was a douche. He doesn't have the right to call you ugly.

You'd be well-dressed and surrounded by better people. It was almost flawless.

You went to Hitch's after school.

Unfortunately, you didn't have any classes with her, which was a huge disappointment. But, at the very least, you saw her after school.

You brought the dress to school because she insisted on dressing you at her house, and you couldn't say no. She was assisting you in getting ready because you had to look your best. Not because you want to impress someone, but because you want to impress yourself.

She had told you the day before that she had everything you needed to get ready, including makeup, hair products, tights, and other accessories. You were so grateful for her that you didn't know what you'd do without her.

"Are you all right, (Y/N)? You seem to be dozing off," Hitch expressed her dissatisfaction with the situation. That's right, you were lying on her bed, pondering how you got here. It all happened in a flash.

"Sorry, bad habit," You laughed. You stood up and walked over to her. She was straightening her hair while sitting in her vanity chair. She was also listening to music in the background.

She's used to getting dressed all the time because she was a party girl. You remembered when she went all out for Conny's birthday party.

"When are you going to start getting ready?" You were questioned by her.

You shook your head to the side, "Hitch, we've got three hours. We have a lot of time on our hands." It was just four o'clock, and you planned to leave at seven o'clock.

"No, the boys will pick us up at five," she countered. With your mouth agape, you dashed to the dresser and grabbed the dress.

You sarcastically said, tearing off your clothes so you could put on the dress, "Thanks for telling me just now."

You grumbled, "Shit, I forgot my shorts."

She gave a warm smile, "It'll be fine. Do you remember the sheer tights? Instead, put that on." You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that if you didn't have anything under you, you wouldn't be able to go.

When they see a girl wearing nothing under her skirt or dress, high school boys can be a real pain. Perverts.

"Thank you!" you exclaimed as you dashed to her vanity and grabbed the tights. She nodded and straightened her hair again. Along with the dress, you put on the tights.

You feel feminine and powerful in the clothes, with all the best aspects of womanhood blossoming into a wide smile. You spin in the gown, and you do not doubt that you look fantastic. "All right! Look at you, gorgeous!" Hitch says, encouraging you.

You come to a complete halt, ashamed. "Hitch, stop it!" You say it in a lighthearted manner. She chuckles and rises from her seat and to her dresser which is next to you.

She selects a perfume from her perfume rack."Nice bed" is the perfume she sprays on herself. It had a pleasant aroma.

It has to be a "Victoria's Secret" perfume because the names are the strangest you've ever heard. "Victoria's secret?" You inquired as you read the label.