Faking Popularity

Chapter 6.

"Brady?" I questioned. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. My heart rate increased as I got anxious.

At this point, Kassidy walks out and joins the group. I make eye contact with her and she goes pale when she sees my hair, Brady's hair, and the hickey. She literally looks sick.

"Devyn," Brady started, "that was our sophomore year. 2 years ago. I've been over you for a long time."

Devyn looked so appalled. "B-but I'm the queen of the school. Don't you wanna be my king?" She said, batting her eyes.

"Uh, no thanks. Bye, Devyn," he said jumping down. I walked over to Kassidy and grabbed her arm at the same time Brady grabbed mine and we all got in his car.

"What is going on?" Kassidy demanded. "Chloe, I get you are a teen and whoever this guy is-"

"I'm Brady," he said, pulling out of his parking spot and driving onto the road.

"Well, Brady, I swear if you got my best friend pregnant then I will kick you in the-"

"OKAY!" I yelled. "Kassidy I already told you earlier that's it's not what it looks like."

"But, the hair, the clothes, the hickey? Chloe really? Giving someone a hickey?"

I rolled my eyes and turned around to look at her. "Actually I pinched his neck," I said, turning to look at Brady. He had a small smile on his lips.

"Wha- why?"

"It's a long story," Brady and I said at the same time.

__________________________

"Ok great. Where's the rest of it?" I said, looking at my reflection.

"That's the point," Brady said. Kassidy kept bringing more and more teenie tiny outfits for me to try on. After we had explained to Kassidy our plan, we decided that if we were going to do this, we were going to go big or go home.

And that meant I had to dress like I was on my honeymoon.

"How about this?" Kassidy questioned, throwing a floral crop top and black skater skirt. This is the most modest outfit she has given me.

"Fine," I say, stomping off into the dressing room. Brady followed, hot on my heels. I shut the door and he stands on the other side.

I pull the crop top over my head and cringe when I look to see how short it was. Why doesn't this school have a dress code?

I pull up the skirt and look at myself. The person looking back at me wasn't the same person I saw in Tennessee. And I'm not too sure I'm happy with who I see.

I heard Brady clear his throat on the other side of the door. I open the door and in comes tumbling Brady, who apparently was leaning on the door and fell when I opened it.

He fell flat on his butt and looked up at me. "Well thanks for the warning," he said, standing up. He looked down at my outfit, a small smirk growing across his face.

"Nice," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would be in a dressing room, wearing practically nothing, in New York, on the first day of school."

"True," he laughed.

I walked out of the dressing room to get Kassidy's opinion on the outfit, when Brady grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back into the dressing room.

"What the he-" I started, Brady soon clasping his hand over my mouth.

"Devyn-here-now," he whispered. My heart rate began to rise.