Too Far, Too Fast (Austin Mahone fanfiction)

Taking Advantage

Link for shirt soon to be posted

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"I don't wanna wear that ugly shirt. It's itchy."

"You have to wear it."

"No," I pout. He frowns. "No matter how adorable you look, we are not doing this." I mirror his actions and frown.

"Please, Lesley. I'll get even get you laid by tonight," he smirks. My mouth goes agape in shock. Before I can think, I punch him. "Just because boxing season for me is over, doesn't mean I can still kick our bum." He rubs the spot where I punched him.

"Please, just put it on!" He begs. I shake my head vigorously. "Please," he pleads. I shake my head. "You said the most perverted thing so no," I simply reply. He sighs. I can tell he's getting frustrated. Well, tough cookie, cause I'm not wearing that piece of poison ivy. It's a shiny shirt covered in sequins completely, in a dark blue. That's the only thing I need. The rest clearly matches the other girls outfits. Except mines more unique. I stand out. They wear combats, I wear converse. Their jacket is completely jean, mine is both. I was allowed to keep my jewerly, considering its close to what they wear. Except there necklace is chains, mines not. I match Austin, sort of. He's wearing sort of like a hoodie with the sleeves cut off and a jean-print jacket on top of the hoodie. Same white converse, and same beats, but they don't let me keep my beats on. Austin has tried to convince then but no luck.

"If you don't put it on, I'll make sure you get laid tonight," he growls. The sound of his voice scares me. I eye the thing and sigh, defeated. "I'll wear it. As long as I can wear and undershirt?" He nods. Then he gets a mischievous grin. "Austin..." I warn. "What are you-"

"I know how to get them to keep the beats on. Tricking will work perfectly. He leaves and I start changing. I take off my jacket, then my shirt. Leaving me in only a pink lace bra with white dots. Two black dots catchy sight and I stare in awe. I gulp and reach up to touch them. I push my loose hair aside, and touch one. I felt like those people who can see the past, as soon as I touched hickey number one. Austin's lips play over in my mind, and I blush. I remove my hand when I hear shuffling. I turn around and grab my jacket, covering my upper body. Gabby walks in with a shirt different from the one I was supposed to wear. She holds it up and says, "I convinced them to give you something different, since well the shiny one didn't match the other girl. They changed her shirt, and according to them, this fits perfectly with hers."

I look at the shirt and see it sort of resembles a crop top. It says 'Take Me To Neverland' and is colored gray. Uh-uh. "Never in a million years. Because, 1: it's cold. 2: it's completely inappropriate. 3: it's short." She frowns. "It's either this, or a shirt that shows way too much cleavage. Austin would probably be unfocused, too." I blush.

"Fine." I take it from her hand and slip it on, landing two inches a over my belly button, and inch under my boobs. Not that I have any. "Sit down," she suddenly says when I put my jacket over my top. I do as she says. She picks my hair up in a messy ponytail, but still manages to make it look good, adding a white bow with pink ribbons that represent breast cancer month.

She grabs mascara from a nearby makeup bag, and doesn't even care who's it is. No. Not mascara. It slimy. "Nononono. I'm not wearing that!" I yell. She sighs, annoyed. "You have to. And I also have to use that powder thing to cover your hickeys, so don't complain."

"But... you can't-" I move my jacket and see the two dots about an inch apart. "Proceed," I breath. She applies mascara, some Chapstick and puts a glossy light pink, blending in with my lips. She puts the powder concealer thingy on my hickeys, and makes them barely invisible. I really need to get rid of those.

"Ready?" Says Alex, stepping into the dressing tent, I guess that's what it's called, with his eyes covered. I laugh. "I'm covered, Constancio." He removes his hand, and blinks rapidly, adjusting to the light. He looks around and spots me, just as I'm doubting my decision.