Part 11

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            Time skip: 8 years

        "Let's go girl! Don't you want to see the shops?" My best friend Scarlett asks. After we moved I transferred to a private school. A school that my Step-Dad was not the principal ar. It was a lot better for me, and I made a lot of friends. The friend who lasted through everything and stuck with me was Scarlett though. She's been amazing. I even told her about that whole situation from years ago and she supported me through the whole thing and made a joke out of it. Now? We're back in the town I grew up in. Where everything happened. I took 3 years off before I decided to go to college. Scarlett and me went to the same college, and actually enrolled in the same classes. We are both planning on being lawyers. We've already finished our first 4 years of college, and now we just got accepted into a law school. The sad thing though? It's the same fucking place I used to live. Scarlett really wanted to go here, said it's been her dream for years.. I didn't want to take that away from her so I went with her. Mom and Dan are still in California though.

         "Not really." I mumble to her question from earlier.

         "What'd you say?" She asks looking back towards me.

          "Hm? Nothing I said I really want to." I lie looking around at the shops.

           "Let's go! We need dresses first." I groan.

            "But I have so many! Why do I need more?" She smiles playfully at me.

            "Becausee you need something new. Something...sexy!" I face palm.

            "For fucks sakes. What's your plan now?" She walks us into a store full of dresses and heels.

             "We're going to the new club that opened up a few days ago. Apparently it's opened by some really hot guys." I roll my eyes.

            "Whatever." We walk around the shop for a bit until she finds a beautiful pink dress for herself. I find a black one. We both go to the changing rooms and change into our dresses. It sticks to my like a second skin. It's really short and has no back. It dips really low showing a lot of cleavage. We both walk out and show each other our dresses.

           "Oh my god! It looks amazing on you. You totally have to get it, the guys will be all over you tonight!" She exclaims when she looks at mine. I smile widely and decide I'm definitely getting it.

            "And yours too! That color looks perfect on you! You're definitely going to be the main attraction tonight, the guy will swarm to you." We giggle and spin before deciding we are definitely buying them. We change back into our normal clothes and look for a pair of heels to go with the dress. I find black heels that strap at the waist, and scar gets white heels that go all the way up to just before her knee. We buy everything and leave.

           "Okay. Awesome, I'm going to go to my apartment and get ready. I'll be at yours in a few hours got it?" I smile and nod. She gives me a quick hug before getting in her car. I do the same. The apartment I'm renting out is beautiful. It's 27 stories up and I have an amazing view of the city. There's 2 bedrooms, a master and normal, a master bathroom and another one, and the kitchen is all marble. The living room is huge and there's a huge window that takes up basically the whole wall and I can see the city from there. It's truly the most perfect apartment. I enter the building waving hello to the kind guard. I make my way up and enter my apartment. I'm really tired from the plane ride so I decide to take a quick nap on the couch.

         "Oh fuck." I say when I wake up. Shit shit shit. I was definitely asleep for much longer than I should have been. I groan and get up. When I check my phone I realize it's been 3 hours. Damn. I quickly run into my room and change into the dress. I straighten my hair, and then do my makeup. I go for a dramatic smoky eye, red lipstick, eye liner... obviously, and mascara. I add some blush and highlighter and decide it looks great for this outfit. I hear a knock on the door as soon as I finish. I grab my heels and run to the door. I open it quickly and Scarlett walks in closing the door behind her.

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