I told my dad to drop us off at Mia's house and as he did so, he didn't press me for more details, sensing that I needed space to process everything. He pulled up in front of Mia's house and turned to us.
"I have to head to work now," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "Britney, your mom will be home soon. If you need anything, call me, okay?"
"Okay, Dad," I replied, giving him a small smile. "Thank you."
He nodded, giving us one last look of concern before driving off. Mia and I walked up to her front door, and she unlocked it, leading me inside.
"My parents won't be home until later," Mia said as we kicked off our shoes and headed to her room. "So, we have the house to ourselves for a while."
"Good," I said, sinking into a bean bag chair. "I need to think."
Mia sat down on her bed. "Brit, if you're going to do this, you need a costume."
I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her suggestion. "A costume? Like, a superhero costume?"
Mia nodded, standing up and heading toward her closet. "Yes. You can't just go out there looking like yourself. You need to disguise your identity and protect yourself." She opened the closet and began pulling out various pieces of clothing.
"Where did you get all of this?" I asked, my eyes widening as she laid out a black, sleek one-piece bikini but the upper half was a hoodie with a trapezoid cut out right at the chest, black stockings long up to the waist, black leather gloves, a black mask, and black leather boots with zippers.
Mia smiled. "I bought them online a while ago. I thought they were cool and, well, you never know when you might need a costume. Don't worry, I have another set. Take this one."
I stared at the outfit, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. "Mia, this is... amazing. But are you sure?"
She nodded, her expression serious. "If you're going to do this, you need to be prepared. This suit will help you stay hidden and protect yourself. Plus, you'll look a sexy badass."
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She's A Badass (#Wattys2024)
RomanceHi, I'm Britney. And if there's one thing you need to know about me, it's that I don't forgive easily. Walking through the sea of students, I catch glimpses of familiar faces. Among them is DAVE (17), a somewhat awkward teenager with a backpack slun...