The HOT Or NOT Project

2. Let The Clothes Hunger Games Begin

2. Let The Clothes Hunger Games Begin

"Tams... Why did you bring me here?"

"C'mon Maya! Be a sport! This the first time I actually feel like I have a little sister instead of a little brother."

I should've been little offended by what she said, but what can I say, I sort of am tomboy because of Chase. My sister's girly nature never influenced me and now she's gonna a have a field day. And I have a feeling that she's gonna take out those seventeen years of frustration today.

I'm dead.

I'm alive.

But I'm dead.

We're at the mall.

AT THE MALL.

I have a weird allergy towards malls.

To put it simply, I hate malls. Hate them from the core of my heart.

Currently, my sister's dragging me towards a shop called forever 21, and from the looks of the mannequins it seems like a store where all girls go to.

"God Maya! Don't you want me to help you or not?" She shouted. Damn, she looked terrifying. There's one thing in common between me and my sis, and that's being really short tempered.

I gulped and nodded.

"Good girl, now you're gonna go inside that store with me and not utter a single word. Got it?"

"Y-yeah." I stammered. God, she's scaring the crap out of me.

She sighed and grabbed my arm again and pulled me towards the store. Towards my doom. Oh dear God! We entered the store and suddenly a blonde head popped in front of me. I staggered back a little bit from the suddenness.

"Hi Tamara! It's so good to see you again!" She chirped at my sister. God, her tone was so annoying. I instantly started regretting this mission.

"Tracey, it's good to see you too! Now you gotta help me with this one." She said, pointing at me, "I need all hands on deck. It's defcon 1, people!"

Tracey looked at me up and down, probably judging my entire outfit. What to say, I am wearing a pair of joggers and a loose oversized t shirt. I can't deny that I shop from the boys section at target.

"I gotta bring in everybody to help this lady here. She's a disaster." Tracey mumbled.

YO LADY. I'm right here.

Tams nodded and pulled me towards a few racks of clothing. She quickly scanned all the items and one by one started throwing some at me. A little heads up next time, please.

After she was done with that rack, she moved on to the next and then the next. The pile of clothes in my arms started increasing every minute.

"Okay, I think I've covered about everything." Tams huffed.

"Duh. Look at me." I said, but it all came out muffled as my face was covered in clothing too.

"Now you're gonna try them on!" Tams chirped.

What!! Hell no. Hell to the no. No.
"TAMS!!! Wait, where the fuck are you? I can't see shit." I stated. Well, with a huge pile of clothes in my arms and on my head, I was literally blind.

"Oh shit, sorry!" Tams came over to me and took some of the clothes from my arms and my head. She fixed my glasses and then proceeded to drag me towards the trial rooms.

Suddenly a really nasally voice rang through the entire store. "Chase!! Baby, look there is sale going on."

I instantly turned towards the voice and there he was. Chase Adam Bradshaw.

With Ashley.

That son of a bi-

"Oh. My. God. What's Manic Maya doing here!" She looked at me with disgust.

Manic Maya. That's my nickname in school. You see, I'm not the most beloved student in Montgomery high. The populars hate me. Well that's obvious. I'm a nerd and nerds are in the lowest ranks of the social hierarchy. But, I'm not a regular nerd who's shy and quiet. I'm really loud and temperamental. I remember once in chemistry, I was paired up with a popular. She was straight up a dumbass and kept asking me stupid questions to the point where I got so frustrated that I smashed the test tubes that I was holding on the table. That one incident got me the Oh so awesome name, Manic Maya.

"Don't call her that, Ashley." Chase snapped. I looked away from them. I didn't want to ruin that girls face yet. She just got a nose job. Let people get used to her new face and then I'll attack.

"Oh I forgot she's your bestfriend." She said in such a demeaning manner that I wanted to bash her face in right this second.

"Yes, she is. Atleast she's not a fake bitch." Chase retorted.

Good one.

But Ashley was too stupid to realize that the insult was directed at her. "Whatever. C'mon baby, I don't want to be anywhere around that one." She grabbed Chase's arm and dragged him out. I turned to look at him and he just smiled helplessly.

So him and Ashley, huh.

We're so gonna have a talk about this. Well, it'll be more like me beating him up.

Tams came and stood next to me with her mouth open. I completely forgot that she was there.

"Ashley and Chase, huh." Tams muttered.

"He broke his promise." I simply replied and stalked over to the trial rooms.

"The promise he made in sixth grade?"

"Yeah, that one." I mumbled.

"I bet he doesn't even remember." She replied.

"Probably."

I walked into one of the trial rooms and dumped the pile of clothes in my arms on to the stool.

"Let the clothes hunger games begin."

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