[UPDATED WEEKLY ON FRIDAYS]
When Lilah, an innocent eighteen year old, moves nearly eight hours from her rural town and rough past to have a fresh start at college in New York with her best friend and her older brother, the last thing she expected...
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"Do we really have to go to this thing? Can't we finish unpacking and relax for the night? I'll pay for your ice cream." I pleaded and bargained with Natalie as she was dragging me towards my bedroom. Fortunately, my brother had brought up the few remaining totes and boxes I had in the car as I tried to talk Natalie out of this party for the last hour.
"No way, we are going to have a fresh, new start at our fresh, new school with our fresh, new and hopefully hot classmates." She told me as we made into my room. She released my hand to have me flop onto my bed and the look in her eyes told me what I didn't want to admit. She wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Sighing in defeat, I decided to pull my last effort to get her to back out and that was simply to make her feel guilty.
"But Nat, you know what happened the last time you took me to a party. I'm scared something like that will happen again." I murmured while I pouted my lip out and gave her my 'please have sympathy for me' look. She stopped digging through my totes to look up at me and groaned at my familiar face I often give her. Rolling her eyes, she stood up and walked over to plop onto the bed next to me before she wrapped her arm around me and pulled my head against her shoulder.
"Lilah, as much as I love you, this is going to be nonnegotiable. This is the reason we moved here- to get a new start in our lives, mostly yours, while still having each other as support. Nobody here knows you, they have no reason to give you trouble. I'm not gonna leave your side and you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Now please, trust me with this?" She calmly asked as she pet the top of my head.
She was right. And as much as my introverted, socially awkward self hated going out to stuff like this, I knew I needed to get out of my comfort zone.
"Fine." I groaned and the second the word left my mouth, she popped right back up and began sifting through all of my clothes.
"Now where did that dress we got you last week go?" She asked aloud and I wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or if she was asking me. After a silent moment of awkwardness, she huffed before looking up at me.
"Hello? Get your lazy ass up and help me. I got two hours to get both of us ready." Sighing, I swung myself off the bed before squatting in down next to her and digging through a different tote for the dress I knew she was talking about.
It was a short, maroon maxi dress that had thin spaghetti straps that tied and left long string running down the length of my arm. The sides of the dress were ruffled and accentuated my curves even more. Despite being a short dress, there was a slit in the side of the left leg that almost reached up to my underwear. The dress was completely opposite of me as a person but I already knew Natalie would fight me tooth and nail if I tried to wear something else.
Finally, I heard Natalie gasp as she pulled the dress out. Despite already knowing what it looked like, seeing it again just reminded me how beautiful and sexy it was. If only my confidence matched it.
