Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Nash

"So, you're telling me that the kid with wolf ears throws a bouncy ball somewhere, and nails your film teacher?" asked Jude, his mouth full of food.

"Yeah, pretty much," I said, watching his fingers interlace with Effy's.

"Did anything else happen at school today?" asked Effy, taking a sip of her water.

"Well, other than the fact that I nearly got hit with a car, I met a girl who was beautiful, and that I learned you're becoming my stepsister, not much happened today," I said, pushing the mashed potatoes around my plate. Suddenly, a pea hit me on the nose, and I heard snickering.

"Wow, so mature, Skyler," I said, getting out of my seat. I walked up the stairs, and into my room, looking for something to wear for tomorrow. Harper's words still rung in my ears.

"Nash. You proved yourself to be one of the boys, but you have to ac5 like it. Because that is not cutting it. First, clothes make the man. So, make your man hella awesome," he said, pointing at me. I started digging through my closet, and after 30 minutes I gave up, and fell face first on the floor.

"Nash, can I come in?" asked a voice. Effy. I didn't give a reply, and I heard the door open, and Effy saw me on the floor.

"What happened in here?" she asked, taking in the clothes strewn everywhere.

"You know what happened? I just realized that I'm not as cool as I believed," I said, staring at the ceiling.

"Is it because of your clothing? Because your dress sense is very boring," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"A gray shirt with denim jeans. You can do better."

"How?"

"With my help, you'll look like someone girls want to date and women would go to prison for."

"Prison?"

"Older women would want to shag you, yeah?"

"Just make me look cool," I said, slowly losing patience. Effy left the room, and a minute later, she returned with Sydney by her side.

"First, remove your clothes," said Sydney, staring me down.

"Aren't you dating Skyler?" I asked, my face clearly in fake shock.

"Ha ha. And its not I'll be doing anything. We have to see what type of body we're working with," said Sydney, twirling her hair on her finger. I reluctantly pulled off my shirt, and I heard muffled giggling.

"What?" I asked.

"Your chest is so pale and bony," said Sydney, poking at my ribs.

"Ok, this will be difficult. Most clothes for guys are made for people with muscles, because tighter is better. But, we won't find anything small enough to fit you," said Effy, her signature smirk turning into a frown. She went into my closet, and threw something at me. I held it up, and saw a shirt with navy blue and white stripes.

"If I wear this, I'll look like a fucking pirate," I said.

"Nash. Stripes are in right now. So, I suggest you wear it if you want to look cool," said Sydney, her tone strict. Suddenly, a pair of pants hit me in the face. I examined them, and realized these were too small.

"These pants right here are too small, guys," I said, trying to remember the last time I wore them.

"Tight jeans are in right now. And nothing can ever be too tight on you," said Effy. Right now, I had the pirate shirt on, and I'm pretty sure Sydney was touching me up a bit as she tried to button my jeans.

"Nash, you look great. Now, you just need some shoes, accessories, and a different hairstyle," said Sydney, looking over me. She left the room squealing, but Effy stayed, and looked me in the eye.

"Whose the girl?" she asked, arching an eyebrow?"

"Who said there was a girl," I said nonchalantly.

"I know when there's a girl. When there's a girl, you start caring about your appearance, you start acting nicer, and you're smiling right now," said Effy. She pinched my cheek, and left the room, leaving me to my own devices.