Rejecting Hope (Old Copy)

Chapter Six - "What's Victoria's Secret?" <3

(Aria)

"Here." Lacey jabs something into my chest as I look at all of the perfumes on the display counter right in front of me. After seeing poor Hope's yard earlier today, I panicked. I thought that there was going to be no way that I was going to let her drive. But in the end she drove us anyways, partially because I had no clue where we were going. But it was mostly due to the fact that she is one very violent person. Well come to find out, our destination was the West Bury mall and on the way here she had passed two stop signs, almost hit a "pedestrians walking" sign and in the end had came but only a mere inch away from parking my car on top of a tree. Needless to say, once we had reached our destination I jumped out of the car literally kissing the pavement.

"LAND! Oh thank god! Precious and stable land! Oh how I've missed you!" Lacey towered over me laughing her butt off. "Oh grow up bitch!" I jump up, back onto my own two feet as I exclaim, "Language Missy!" We both ended up deciding that I will be the one driving us home, even though I technically do not have my license, she has no choice and I swear that they'll let anybody drive now these days. But the sad thing is, is that she has hers and I don't.... yet I'm the better driver. Doesn't that say something? But that brings us back to where we are now, here at Victoria's Secret where Lacey of course has just so rudely spun me around and thrusted a Victorian Special Vintage lingerie made of crimson red silk bodice and black lace lining, against my chest.

I cock an eyebrow at her as I ask her. "What is this?" I hold it up to the light to get a better look at it, it dangles from my fingertips. I stare, acting as if it's some sort of grimy foreign object. "It's clothes you idiot." Lacey states simply as she puts her hands on her hips and smiles at me slightly, she's amused by my reaction. "Um, don't you mean lack of?" I giggle as I try to hand it back to her. But she doesn't take it, instead she smacks the back of my head for the sarcasm.

                 "Okay then, if that's the way your going to be Captain Obvious. It's lingerie you idiot and you're putting it on!" My mind freezes at her words, Oh no... I mean, she's already forced her near death driving skills upon me and there is no way that she's making me wear that no-no clothing! We only came in here to get some perfume!

"Oh no, no no no no no! I am not doing that!" I shake my head at Lacey.

"Oh, come on Arie, why not! It'll be fun!" She states while using her best puppy dog face on me. I cross my arms sternly at her and scowl like a very over protective parent. "First off, I am not a whore. So don't make me dress like one and secondly, it cost..." I pause to look at the price tag and my eyes bulge right out of my head! "Five hundred dollars! No way, who buys this crap for five hundred buckaroos anyways! I am not risking something going wrong and having to buy it! No!" I throw the stripper clothing back at Lacey, turning around I pick up my favorite lotion Dream Angels, Heavenly.

It's my favorite because it's the one that she always used to wear... my mom. Closing my eyes, I clicked the cap open to let the aroma fill through my nose and to take over my lungs and for a second, it felt like she was still there, alive and beside me. Opening my eyes, I put the lotion back down in it's place and the feeling of nostalgia drown's with it as the sorrow soon takes steed in it's place. My Mom's face began to flash back within my mind, oh god... do I miss her. For a long time, she was once the only person left in this world that had made this life worth living for me, that is besides... no, I need to stop. Turning back around, I hear Lacey sigh beside me. "I didn't want to do this. But I guess I will if I have to." She starts to lift my shirt, I jump back in surprise and smack her hand.

"LACEY! What are you doing!" I exclaim, my face red from the embarrassment. "I'm making you, not a whore. But a high end government stripper!" I try my best not to smile, "Didn't I just tell you no! Why do you want me to put it on so badly anyways!" even still, I'm still afraid that she's going to force me to do it. "Because, feeling sexy raises one's self esteem. I learned that in Psychology, now put it on!" She smiles clearly happy with her source of entertainment. I realize that she must be extremely bored, so I yank the stupid outfit out of her hands and ridicule her, "You actually listen in class? Why, Heaven save my poor little heart! For the grand Lacey Hawthorne had actually learned something in Psychology!" I glared at her and she laughs hysterically, I carry on. "Just so you know, you didn't win. I'm only doing this so that you won't get us kicked out of the store. Needless to say, there's people staring." She pats my shoulder, "No worries hon, lots of people are staring at the girls coming out of the dressing room! Which is what you're going to do soon enough!"