Clueless | DAERIN

1: tease

h a e r i n
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"Which one should I wear tomorrow?" Danielle asks from inside her closet.

I glance up from my book to stare at the golden-haired girl.

In one of her hands, she is holding an obnoxiously bright pink dress.

I remain silent as I glance over towards her other hand, which is holding a neutral-colored skirt.

Danielle has stuck-up, conservative parents.

They force her to dress 'girly,' which for them means that if she walks outside without a dress or skirt on, there will be consequences.

The consequences consist of basically isolating her from the outside world or forcing her to learn old etiquette techniques.

It infuriates me to my very core how uneducated and unwilling to learn they are.

Thankfully, Danielle and her younger brother are much more open-minded and actually willing to become better people.

"Neither," I reply, looking back down at my book.

I hear her groan with irritation and stomp her foot against her hardwood flooring, but I continue to read my book, ignoring the brown-eyed girl's mini temper tantrum.

"Haerin!" she states frustratedly.

I look up to meet the hotheaded blonde.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," I tease her with a smirk.

She frustratedly groans again, a bright pink blush slowly making its way onto her cheeks.

I smile at the small reaction from her.

"I'm serious, if I don't pick an outfit, my mom will not let me sleep over at your house," she stresses.

Dani likes staying over at my house way more than she likes being in her own house.

It could be because my parents actually uplift her rather than criticize everything she does.

Or it could just be the fact that she can actually wear comfortable clothes and be herself around me.

"Fine, the skirt," I sigh out as I go back towards my book.

She thanks me before assembling an outfit out of my option.

I seriously do not understand why she could not have just chosen an option herself.

She does this a lot, especially recently.

She will pick two clothing items and make me choose between them, only to assemble a full outfit within a few seconds based on my option.

It's like she knows which one I am going to pick but still asks me anyway.

"Was that so hard to say?" she teases with a much calmer demeanor.

I hear her zip up her suitcase before walking over to her bed where I am currently splayed out.

"Yes," I vaguely reply as I continue to scan through the bold words in my book.

The golden-haired girl rolls her eyes at my sarcasm only to furrow her eyebrows at my focused nature.

"What are you even reading? I've never seen you this focused," she asks.

I sit up from my previous position so that I am now sitting across from the curious girl.

I bookmark my page before handing her the hardcover book.

"It's one of my mom's old books from when she was sixteen," I tell her.