Porter had sent us all an email a few days later, with details about a private party that we would be hosting in the back room. That room was usually reserved, and not many had the opportunity to use it.
Porter also thought it would be a good idea to make us wear uniforms. Uniforms as in white collar shirts, black dress pants, and ties. In my opinion, it should be illegal to make girls wear ties. I mean, sure, we're trying to wage equality among men and women, but why use neck ties?
"I can't believe he's making us wear ties!" I exclaimed to Erica. I was standing in front of the mirror and trying on my 'uniform' while she was doing homework. "Did you ever have to wear a tie?" I asked her.
"Nah darling, I went to parochial school. No uniforms," she replied.
"Lucky you," I groaned, then looking in the mirror again. I looked like an idiot...a posh idiot to be precise.
"Maybe he'll let you wear your converse with it?" she suggested.
"He better, or he may as well find himself short a waitress for a very busy night," I told her. She giggles and shakes her head.
"Oh Lucy, I do enjoy your ranting about your life," she said.
"I'm glad that I amuse you," I replied. My phone suddenly bleeped from the side, and I grabbed it in a swift motion. It was a message from Ethan;
Meet me tonight @ campus entrance, 8 o'clock, I have a wonderful night planned for us, E.P
"A message from your darling lover boy?" Erica asked.
"He's taking me out on a date tonight," I told her.
"Aw, just as your deep in your clothing despair, your prince comes along and saves you," she said.
"Very cute indeed, now how 'bout you be a dear and help me find something to wear tonight?" I asked her. Erica stood up from her bed and went over to her closet. "You know, I have some pretty nice clothes of my own," I said.
"I know that, but your clothes are more preppy than anything. I went shopping the other day and I bought some new clothes..." she reached into the side and pulled out a black dress that buttoned down, and had a low-cut v-neck. It was actually quite revealing. "And this might just be perfect,"
"Great, now I'll be a walking target for any predator looking for a Lolita bunny in heels," I said with a smile.
"Very funny, but you can wear like a bra or something under it, nothing too extreme. And as for your hair," she walked over and twirled a piece of my hair around in her fingers.
"What about my hair?" I asked and snatched the lock back.
"I think we should style it up a bit," she replied.
"What'd you have in mind?" I asked her. She circled me like a vulture, then she bent down in front of me.
"Have you ever had a fringe before?" she asked.
"...A what?" I asked.
"That's bangs in America, love,"
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Several hours later, I found myself walking over to Ethan in my new outfit. I had on the dress that Erica suggested, along with a small part of my bra showing. On top of that, was my leather jacket, and a pair of heels. And to finish it off, Erica had cut and styled my hair with bangs. She told me she was an amateur at cutting hair, but she made me look fantastic. Ethan seemed to agree, because as soon as he saw me, his jaw dropped.
"Wow," I felt myself blushing as I approached, and I tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear. I felt a bit like a super model.
"Heh, you don't look so bad yourself," I chuckled. Although, I was nervous, and I wasn't so sure as to why. Maybe it was because I hadn't been on a proper date in months -- no -- years.
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"You do realize that it should be illegal to drag a girl through the streets of London in five inch heels?" I asked Ethan. We had been walking for twenty minutes, and Ethan wasn't keen on dropping any clues on when we were arriving.
"Relax my dear, we're almost there," he assured me.
"Yeah? Is almost there ten light-years away?" I asked with a smirk.
"Patience is a grand virtue, you know," he replied, trying to keep a wise expression.
"Fuck virtue Patterson, I'm hungry," I said with a goofy smile.
"I always did like my girls with a bit of fire. Besides," he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I'm flattered that you decided to buy a new dress for our date," he replied. I scoffed.
"I did not buy a new dress," I told him.
"Oh, that's encouraging," he said, then he leaned in close again. "Along with the fact that you left the price tag on," that stopped me dead.
"What?" I asked.
"Yeah, 169 pounds, twenty percent-off sale. Glad to know you got a good deal on it," he said, clearly enjoying this.
"That's not funny. Some snobby dope could take a look at that and think I'm an American scamming whore!" I exclaim, which drew in attention from by-standers. Ethan just chuckled.
"Alright Evereux, hold still before you attract the paparazzi," he came up behind me and pushed my hair over my shoulder. I felt him fiddle with the back of my dress, and the feel of his fingers brushing against my neck put goose bumps on my skin.
"There we are, tag free," he said, crumpling the tag in his hand and tossing it into the near-by trash can.
"Okay, this dress actually belongs to Erica, she bought it a few days ago, and I guess that she forgot to rip the tag off," I told him.
"Hmm-mm, I'll take that excuse for now," he said, then he went over to a criss-cross gate and fiddled with a chain.
"Hey, even if this dress didn't belong to me, I wouldn't buy a new dress for a date," I tell him, "You're not all that special,"
Ethan pushed the gate open, and fairy lights lit up, illuminating a path into a garden. "What was that you were saying, my dear?"
Sometimes, I hate his suave attitude.
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Hollingwood University
Teen Fiction"Just saying...after a while you'll fall in love with me. All the ladies do, no matter how hard they fight it." "Well I assure you that I will never be one of those ladies." ...
