Not A Fan Of Styles

Stabbed Styles

"Jasmine!" I heard my best friend yell from downstairs.

Before I could even attempt to respond my bedroom door clicked open, I quickly shot out of bed to see my best friend Marcie Daniels standing before me.

"Oh come on Marc, what happen to the sign at the door?" I said with a little taste of bitterness.

With that I fell back onto my comfortable bed taking the covers with me, I shut my eyes after stretching out my hands and then the covers got yanked off me.

"Marcccccc" I groaned digging my head deeper into the pillow

"Oh come on Jas stop being so absurd I have to get my eye brows done, they're turning into the Amazon you don't want monkeys living amongst your best friends eye brows do you?" she said with a pout.

"And what do I have to do with that?" I asked sitting up.

"We have to go shopping!" she squealed throwing her hands up and about.

"You need a new dress for your sisters wedding"

Ugh right
My big sister was getting married in three days and I still hasn't picked out my dress.

I picked myself off the bed and made my way to the bathroom.
Squeezing a bit of conditioner into my palms and applying it onto my long brunette hair.
That's one way I take care of my hair.

After rinsing thoroughly I scrubbed my body with Strawberry body wash and rinsed it off.

I stepped out wrapping my towel around.

I walked towards the closet and opened it up, I pulled out my favorite pair of sweat pants and pulled in a baggy T-shirt.
I wouldn't brush my hair just yet.

I stood before the mirror and almost jumped at the sight of my best friend glaring at me.

"What?" I asked totally confused

"You are not wearing that" she said profusely

"And your point is?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

"No guy is ever going to notice in that" she said looking disgusted at what I was wearing

"Jas you play soccer with- with boys! You dress like one you even act like a half boy!" she yelled pointing at me.

"Shut up okay, I love soccer and I love my friends so just don't try to rub them into this" I said turning away from her giving her my back.

Marcie was beautiful and stunning, she had all the jocks going after her but she just ended up dragging them along.
She had the right body and I'm not afraid to say that she was very flawless!
Her mother is a fashion designer and they're filthy rich.

But instead of just hanging with the Queen Bs she hangs with me because she likes my lack of 'kindness'.

"Honey you have to change, you're stuck up in those sweat pants and baggy T-shirts that no guy can even see your ass, you don't even have boobs!" she exclaimed again almost looking terrified.

I sighed.
She was right.
I turned towards her.
"You know what you're right" I said walking past her.

"Hey where are you going?" She asked

"I'm going to search for my skinny jeans" I smiled and I swear her eyes were filled with so much glory.

I walked out and giggled at how Marcie was jumping up and down.