Chapter 6

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Summary: You go out on your first girls night since moving to Boston, but instead of a fun night out, you end up with the cast of Mean Girls

Warnings: Fluff! Angst! Talk of Nepotism! Slut-Shaming! Alcohol Consumption!


You sighed as you assessed your outfit in the mirror. This was the first time you were going out drinking in a very long time. Even back in LA, you didn't go out often even though you loved dancing, your friend Tommi preferred chatty drinks so you often went out for a meal instead. So it had been a little while since you had gotten dressed up like you were now and it wasn't filling you with the confidence it normally did.

You'd picked a sparkly black mini-dress which looked like the night sky. The last time you wore it you felt like a boss, like someone out of a fantasy novel that was a queen or high lady and commanded an entire court. Now it just felt off, you couldn't stop fiddling with the hem and adjusting it. It felt like it was wearing you instead of you wearing it.

You nibbled your lip trying to determine whether you should change, not that you knew what you'd change into. You needed a second opinion, someone to reassure you that it was fine and not as bad as you thought it was.

You grabbed your phone, took a quick mirror selfie and sent it to Tommi, asking what she thought. You could have just face-timed her but you didn't want her to do her empath superpower and pick up on how uncomfortable you felt causing a mini therapy session that you didn't want right now.

Tommi: Looking hot! You'll be pulling all the guys tonight!

You rolled your eyes knowing she meant you could pull someone other than Chris. You had told her about your agreement and how Chris definitely wasn't like Bryce but she still wasn't convinced.

Y/N: I'm not looking to pull anyone tonight, just a girl's night with some of the office staff

Tommi: well have fun anyway and stay safe, share your location and text me when you're heading home

Y/N: will do, love ya wish you were here

Tommi: love you too, wish you were here

You smiled softly to yourself as you put your phone away and looked back in the mirror. You still didn't feel like a boss bitch, but you felt better and more confident. You could fake it until you make it until then, plus you were already running a little late.

You grabbed your bag and did last looks in the mirror before making your way out of your apartment to go meet the rest of the girls. The bar you were meeting at wasn't that far from your apartment, only about a twenty to thirty-minute walk, but the girls were already inside when you got there.

"Hey sorry I'm a little late" you smiled as you sat down at the bar table with them.

Sam gave you a smile that you could tell was insincere "No worries" she said as her eyes scanned your outfit "You look... nice"

You forced your own smile to hide your reaction from the backhanded compliment, noticing how the other girls were also assessing your outfit which was more out there than theirs "thought I'd bring some LA glamour to the east coast" you smirked as you flagged down a bartender to order a drink "love the east coast but I think it could use it"

Sam's smile became more forced and tight as she gave you a quick nod "Right"

You flashed her a winning smile before turning your attention to the other girls, starting a direct conversation with them instead of Sam. She did an unimpressed huff which you caught but ignored, you knew the game she was trying to play and you could play it too.

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