Misunderstood

4 | Liv

TRIGGER WARNING: SA

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"Liv, just come with me, please," my roommate Avery begs, clasping her hands together and pouting.

"No part of a frat party sounds fun to me." I shake my head.

"Please," she begs. "We've been roommates for three years and you've yet to go to a party with me, and I've had plenty of studying all nighters for you."

I sigh, giving in at this. She does help me study for every test, no matter how late I stay up. "Fine. I'll go for you, for one hour."

She squeals in excitement, "yay! Thank you! Thank you! I may or may not have bought you an outfit already!"

"Avery!" I shriek. "I have clothes."

"Yeah, but not first party worthy clothes." She shakes her head at me, walking into her room for a moment and coming out with a couple bags. "See in general, you dress pretty chill for a party, but you wanna be slightly dressed up. Because who doesn't like looking hot?"

"Me." I lie. The idea of looking hot is intriguing, but I'm more comfortable in my own clothes.

"Yeah, right," she laughs, pulling things out. "Flats, because you don't want to be balancing in a house full of people bumping into you. Instead of a dress, we go with a mini skirt and a tank top, cropped, of course. A lot of cleavage, but comfortable."

The crop top is black, with a plunging v-neck. The skirt is really, really short and probably won't make it to my mid thigh, but it also looks fitted so it won't be blown up by the wind or pulled up by some weirdo.

"And then we accessorize with a simple gold necklace and a pair of gold hoop earrings." She finishes laying stuff out, looking up at my shocked face and laughing. "I kept to your color scheme, black top, black skirt, black shoes, and gold looks nice on you. I'll do your hair and makeup, don't worry."

"I can-"

"Put your hair in a bun and do eyeliner." She finishes my sentence incorrectly. "I'll do it."

"I don't own a lot of makeup. Just some eyeliner and mascara, maybe something for my eyebrows, and lipgloss." I inform her, hoping it'll save me.

She sighs and lifts up a Sephora bag, "I got this."

"How do you know it's gonna match my skin?"

"I've lived with you for three years, I got this. And I got a back up shade just in case."

I sign in defeat, knowing she's going to do this either way. I may as well accept it.

"I'm so excited!" She smiles brightly at me and I try to return it, making her laugh loudly. "Trust me, we'll have fun."

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"Avery, I think I could have just went naked at this point." I try to pull the top closed some more. The v-neck of this top plunges down below where my boobs are, showing some serious side boob on the inside. She put sticky tape on it to keep my boobs in place. The shirt extends about an inch and half under my boobs, showing plenty of my stomach. Luckily the skirt is a high rise, beginning at my belly button and ending about two inches before mid-thigh.

Avery did my hair, making it curly and pinning half of it up. She didn't do as much makeup as I was expecting her to do. She gave me black smoky eyes with gold shimmery eye shadow in the inside. I will admit, I look hot.

"You're perfectly covered," she laughs at me. "I don't see nipples and I don't see cooch, so you're fine."

"Well if it gets chilly," I trail off.