Borrowed Time

Chapter Twenty Four

What was she even supposed to wear to a fucking punk show? She didn't know how to dress for that demographic... Juliette didn't want to look like a total idiot in front of Esme's friends, in front of her fans... She had to look sexy, she didn't want anyone questioning why they were together... None of her clothes worked.

Which was why she dug through the pile of clothes that Ingrid had left behind when they used to hang out, finding a skirt that was short enough that it would probably send Samantha into cardiac arrest if she ever saw it on her body and a top that was low cut enough that it would hopefully make Esme faint... Simple, but it seemed to work, especially if she brought Esme's jacket. And bringing Shelby would only up her hotness factor, she had yet to meet someone who didn't fall for her at first sight, people were bound to not ask questions if they showed up together, hopefully it'd just seem like they belonged.

"Are you nervous?" Juliette furrowed her brows, shaking her head... What a weird question, she had no reason to be nervous. She'd been wanting to hear Esme play live ever since she heard that CD, it had to be amazing... Everything she did was amazing. Plus, it was good to get out of her shell sometimes, even if it could give her hives... Which wasn't happening right now, so it was clearly fine.

"Why would I be nervous? I feel like this isn't something that should really make my nerves worse..." Juliette said, leaning back from the mirror to look back at where Shelby was lounging back on the bed, resting her palms behind her... Honestly, she looked hot, which was rarely a thought that Juliette had let pass her mind about Shelby, but tonight it was undeniable. She was wearing a short black skirt with ripped tights and the pair of combat boots that she'd stolen from her brother when they were twelve. Her top was tight and low cut and she'd refreshed her hair... In short, if Juliette hadn't known her since they were children, she'd be all over her... But the only real thought on her mind about it was if she'd sent a photo to MIcheal because he more than deserved to see her right now.

"Your very hot girlfriend is going to be onstage in front of tons of other people, many of whom will probably want her too..." Shelby leaned forward, looking up at her with some curiosity. "That doesn't make you nervous?" Nervous was not the operative word there, so no. Shelby was wrong... Now, was she going to have to contain a lot of her normal jealousy, yeah. And it'd probably be harder because she wasn't planning on hiding that she was dating Esme tonight, there wasn't gonna be anyone they knew there, so she'd planned on being very open about it... But that meant that she also had to be careful because she didn't want to be branded as a crazy possessive girlfriend... She had to be cool.

"Nope."

"Really?" Really. She wasn't worried about Esme running off with someone else so why should she be nervous?

"Please, they can all look..." Juliette put a cap on her lipstick and turned around, grinning. "We know who she'll come home with." It felt almost foreign coming out of her mouth, but based off the pleased sort of shock that was on Shelby's face, it translated quite well. Good, that'd been her intention.

"Damn, I'm loving the confidence... Maybe you should dress like this more often." Honestly? She was thinking about it, she could see why Ingrid was such a bitch all the time - anything goes when you're hot enough that no one will question you. She didn't want it for the same reasons as Ingrid, but she did have to admit that the clothes looked good.

"Right? I feel like it's the source of my power." Juliette said, only mostly joking. Shelby gave her an encouraging nod.

"It's probably helping." Was she not normally this powerful? She felt like she might at least have a fraction of this power normally...