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Fight For Me

Chapter One

"Aliesa!" Jessica's patronizing voice echoed the dressing room. "Come on, I have to pick up Kevin in fifteen minutes!"

I huffed. "Well, you are the one who made me come in here to try on ten million pairs of clothes!"

Jess groaned. "Yeah, I know but it's you who take forever to try stuff on."

"Plus, it's only two pairs of pants and a few shirts." She added.

"But I don't even need clothes!" I paused so I could take off one of the shirts I was trying on and tossed it on the stool in the stalls corner. "I've got plenty."

"You're the one that said you wanted clothes for your birthday." Jess reminded me.

I rolled my eyes. Then remembering she couldn't see me, I spoke up.

"That was three months ago and I couldn't think of anything else with you screaming in my ear to tell you what I wanted for my birthday."

Then I muttered, "I hate shopping."

"Then you should have told me something else, like a rock or something." Jess poked her head over the top of the dressing stall. "Hey, I like that shirt."

She commented on the shirt I had just slid over my head. It was simple, a tank-top colored red that blended into black at the bottom.

I looked at it in the mirror, frowning a bit. 

"I hate how much it shows." I was talking about the chest part. I tried fixing it but every time I would pull it up it would look bunched up at the top then I had to pull it back down some and we were back at square one.

"Dammit!" I cursed, running a frustrated hand through my dark, chocolate brown hair.

Jess rolled her eyes at me, she always called me a tomboy because I prefer sweat pants and a t-shirt over anything. I didn't cover myself up with baggy clothes all the time but I figured why not just be comfortable. Makes sense to me, but I guess I have a totally different perspective from everyone else.

"It doesn't even show that much." Jess told me and I couldn't argue because it really didn't. "I mean it is going to show a little bit because, hello, you are a girl."

I sighed. "I know, I just think tank-tops are awkward." I did the whole pull up, back to square one thing again. "And a bitch."

A pale, blond eyebrow raised on my friend. "You are weird."

I sent her a look. "Deal with it."

Her teasing grin grew when I stumbled over flat ground. Jessica threw her hands up in surrender when I shot her yet another glare.

I turned my back on her while I changed to the last shirt Jess had picked for me. It was a off-the-shoulder, dark-grey, sort of flowy shirt.

"Ooh." Jess grinned when I turned towards her. "I love it."