I hear a knock on the door and opened it up to see Aleah. She busted in past me without an invite in.
“Can you believe we are actually in college?” she asked looking around my dorm.
“Not really.” I laughed pulling clothes out of my bags and putting them away.
“ugh I can’t wait. New boys, parties, this is going to be awesome.” She said.
“and don’t forget school work.” I giggled. All throughout high school aleah was the party girl, and me? I was the straight A student who sat in the corner and tried to hide from the world. Aleah made me promise that I would try to ‘have fun’ in college. She acts like I don’t know how to have fun. I have tons of fun. Like rereading John green books over and over again and watching sappy lifetime movies for hours on end. I can have fun. I just prefer my fun to not include drunk, horny boys trying to get in my pants all night.
“please taylor, the amount of boys I do is more important than the amount of school work I do” She laughed
“ew.” I said. “with that attitude the only test you’ll pass is a pregnancy one.”
“oh hush” she said “we are going out tonight so put on your best slut dress and be ready when I come back to get you later” she got up and walked out the door. I finished putting my clothes away and figured i should get my ‘slut dress’. It’s kind of sad girls realize they look trashy but are so okay with it.
I looked through all of my clothes realizing I don’t have any clothes that are slutty. I put on black skinny jeans with a orange v-neck and slipped on a pair of converse. I knew Aleah wouldn’t approve but I really didn’t care. I straightened my blonde hair that stretched down to the middle of my back. I put on light makeup, lined my dark blue eyes with black eyeliner, and put on mascara.
I heard a knock at the door followed by Aleah bursting through. She was wearing a tight, black dress. It was so short her lady parts were almost exposed and it had triangle cut outs on the side. She curled her brown hair and had extremely too much of a smokey eye around her gorgeous hazel eyes. She was carrying a bag over her shoulder and had a wristlet on her wrist. She stopped right in her tracks when she looked at me.
“what the hell are you wearing?” she asked with her face scrunched up.
“I, um, don’t have anything like what youre wearing.” I said.
“of course you don’t,” she laughed “that why I brought you something of mine to wear!”she hand me the bag. “put this on so we can get going!”I put on what she had in the bag. It was a sheer button down tank that was pink. I wore a black bandeau underneath and she had my wear a short black skirt. The skirt and bandeau were quite similar in size. “there. Now lets go!”
