The Date Plan

Bra's dress up and scars.

A/N: Thanks so much for 90 reads! This chapter is sort of just a filler! Sorry! :(

"No!" I yell. "You will have to drag me into there! I won't go in there!" I glance at the horrid pink sign of 'Victoria Secret.'

I was currently hanging onto a bench that was put lazily in the mall.

Jordan decided to drive us to the Oakwood Mall. It was about an hour away but it had a lot more choices of stores...

Including Victoria Secret.

"Come on!" Jesse grabbed my foot and Chris pried my hand off of the bench. I screamed and tried to reach for any sign of help but Jesse dragged me away from the grey wired bench.

Now I was being dragged across the fifly malls floor, by Jesse. Whoopdie Doodle Doo! I put my head in my hands and look behind me at Chris and Jordan.

"Please!" I beg, "I don't want to go in there!" Some fellow shoppers look weirdly at them and I stick my tough out at them.

"Nope!" Chris says happily. I feel the ground texture change benneeth me and now I am on the velvet carpet of the store. Jesse grabs my arms and hoists me up, wrapping his arms around my waist. Preventing me from excaping.

Jordan and Chris come into my veiw and I hiss at them. "I look just fine!" I groan.

Jesse bursts out laughing causing the other two to laugh as well, "What?!" I say, "I do!"

"No, you don't" Jordan says. "You have a unaboob. Making the rest of you look chuncky. Your boobs need to be pushed up. And you need some better purfeum. You smell like a horse barn." He waves his hand in front of his nose.

I glare at them. My boobs are just fine!

A blonde girl who is maybe a bit older than us and wears wayyy to much makeup walks up to us. "Do you need help?" She asks.

"Very." Jordan states plainly. "Fix her." He gestures to me.

The girl whos nametag reads 'Claire,' looks at me and to my boobs. Her eyes widen.

My cheeks turn crimson and I bite my lip. "I'm so embarassed." I whisper to Jesse.

"Why?" He whispers back.

"Everyone is looking at me."

"What? No they're not."

I roll my eyes. "Yes they are."

Suddenly Claire takes my arm and leads me to the back. She stuffs me in a dressing room and the 'Fun' begins.

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I. Feel. So. Violated.

After an hour of tourcher with Claire, I finally bought about four bras and dragged the boys out of the store.

"Sooooo, was it fun?" Chris asks ruffling my hair.

"Shut up." I murmer stuffing the bag in his arms. Chris being Chris opens the bags and his eyes widen.

"Wow. You have big-"

"Shut up!"

Jesse and Jordan go over to where Chris stands. They look in the bag. "Whoa." Jordan murmers.

They look up at me.

"What?! They aren't that big!" Wow, now my boobs are a 'they.'

"We just thought you barely had any." I glare at them.

"I'm leaving now." I turn on my heal and leave them standing there.

In reality, my boobs are small. Am I telling them that?