Obsidious H.S.

chapter seven

Alexis' POV

"Tits"

"...Sorry what?" I asked out of confusion and shock

"Dude you spaced out for like a hot sec so I said the first thing I could think of to get you out of that trace" Bailey said laughing slightly as she did.

She was not wrong. I did space out for a bit over thinking the different ways this night could go over, the good and the bad.

"So you landed on tits?"

"Yup." She says like it's the most normal thing in the world.

"Any specific reason? You know, to just bring up tits!" I ask, still caught up on why that was her word of choice.

"Nope, but somebody else might be thinking about them." She looked at me with a knowing glance and scooching closer on the couch.

"Oh my god, Camden is not thinking about my tits!"

"You never know!" she said in a sing-song tone.

"I fucking hate you." I chuckle as I throw a pillow from the couch at her.

She throws the pillow back at me "You do not." She then gets up from where she's seated on the couch heading toward my kitchen. "Speaking of Camden," she speaks once again, turning around to raise her eyebrows at me." What are you gonna wear tonight? Something that's gonna show off I don't know.. Your tits?"

"You bitch."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, but in all seriousness what were you going to wear?"

"I haven't thought about it that much," I'm lying, I've been thinking about it since he asked me, "What do you think I should wear?"

"Let's go find something." Bailey says as she pulls me up from the couch by my wrist and starts leading me to my closet.

Rummaging through my closet looking at various clothing items that Bailey is handing me at a rapid pace.

"Ok so you said no dresses or skirts, so what are you planning on wearing, Jeans?" she asks with a tinge of disappointment.

"Good idea, jeans it is." I reply with as I start to sort through tops I could wear.

"You are so difficult sometimes. Hey!" She swats my hand away from my shirts before I can choose one, "You have a thousand pairs of jeans, we have to pick the ones you'll wear before moving on." She holds some up for me to see. "Which ones are you thinking of?"

"Umm, I think my black ones"

She gives me a blank stare, not looking amused, "You have so many black jeans, which ones?"

"I don't know" I say a bit harsher because I'm stressing out. I walk over the my pile of jeans and grab the first black ones I see. "These ones will do." I actually happen to like the ones I pick, they're a pair of lighter black distressed mom jeans. I don't wear them as much as others I have.

"Ok, now we can choose your top."

"Awesome, I want something to make me look skinny." putting emphasis on the skinny.

"You are skinny," Bailey says to me in an annoyed tone, "But you have some corset tops, don't you?"

"Ya, there hanging up over there" I point to the corner of my closet.

She starts looking through them and holds out a strapless light pink top, "This ones pretty, what do you think?"

"Mmmm, I'm not in the mood for too much colour. Any darker ones?"