"Hey Gorg, you think this will fit on me?" Aimee asked, twirling a ruffled pink dress.
Gag.
"You'll look fat in those. How about mine?" I inquired though I know the answer. My black fitted dress really looked good on me.
Aimee's eyes gleamed with admiration and a hint of jealousy, "You look really pretty." She complimented, putting down the pink dress. She sighed.
"You can have this one." I said, giving her another dress. She would look chic in that grey number.
Her eyes sparkled at the dress that I gave her. "OMG!! It's really pretty! Your taste in fashion is awesome." She squealed running towards the changing room.
Minutes later, Aimee emerged out of the changing room. Just as I thought.. she looked chic in it. "Looking good Aimee."
Aimee beamed at me, "Thanks Gorg. These dresses are on me."
Not bad having a filthy rich friend who adores you. Aah! The perks of being me.
I smiled back at her. I'm unconsciously tuning out the stares of old men and jealous wives at me. Since hitting puberty, guys doesn't seem to keep their eyes off me and girls doesn't seem to keep their claws off me.
Same difference to me. It's really annoying at times, but really fun when I'm flirting with a hot guy. I never want to be in a relationship so they're all meaningless flings for me.
"Gorg?! I'm done paying for our items. Let's head to the salon for our make-up. We don't want to be late to our Freshmen Acquaintance party!!" Aimee stated, pulling me out of my trance.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I fell inlove for the nth time. I look dazzingly beautiful. My brown eyes framed with thick and long lashes stared back at me, my wavy black hair cascading up to my waist. Naturally having rosy cheeks and lips over my creamy complexion.
I sighed in admiration.
"Gorgeous what's wrong?" I heard Aimee ask, looking worried.
"Everything's perfect." I replied. I'm perfect.
As we got to the salon, I asked my make-up artist not to put too much make-up on me. She obliged willingly.
When I turn to see Aimee, she was doing the exact opposite. She instructed full make-up on her.
"Aimee, just go for the smokey eyes and that's it." I advised.
She just nodded once. "What she said." She stated to her make-up artist.
After our hair and make-up were done, we headed to the parking area.
Aimee parked her car in a secluded and dark area. "You always choose the worst place to park." I teased her.
"We're fine, there are a lot of security cameras in here." She said assuringly.
"Hello ladies. Heading off to a party?" A gruffy man asked, blocking our path. Making me and Aimee stop in our tracks.
"Um. Let us be please." Aimee pleaded.
The man looked at her dress and produced a knife out of his back, "What a beautiful dress." He mused.
"Please don't hurt us." For the first time since encountering this man, I heard myself speak.
His eyes met mine, "And what a beautiful face." His attention turn towards me.
Oh crap.
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