Converting The Rich Boy

Chapter Nineteen

(A/N: Chapters 19-22 will be posted now and then 22-Epilogue a week later and then a week after that the Sequel will be posted.)

Milan POV

Heather and Tisha insisted on us going to the mall, today. Tisha claimed she wanted to get more clothes, even though she had a ton of clothes. But, I didn't really have anything to do after school so I agreed to go with them.

As I was heading to my car I was stopped by Beck. A sheepish smile placed on his face whilst he scratched the back of his head.

"Hey," he greeted me. "I uh - heard you were good in geography and I was hoping you could help me with it a bit...today."

Really? Out of everyone who took geography he had only wanted me to tutor him. I was actually flattered, trying to hold the blush that might've appeared on my face.

"I'm actually going shopping with the girls today." I shrugged, adjusting my heavy bag onto my shoulder.

"I really need the help. So, if you don't mind I could come join you guys and study with you, after."

I lowkey wanted to hang out with him so I was excited that he was still trying to hang with me. Even though majority of boys found shopping to be really boring and tiresome.

I nodded, telling him to just follow behind me as I drove. Slowly, I approached my car to see Heather awaiting my arrival. A big smile on her face. The closer I got the more her breast stood out.

"Are you wearing a push up bra?" I asked, turning the key in my car door.

"Yeah, I found it in my locker and it's really convenient. My bra strap on my other bra was way too tight." She briefly explained, hopping into the car.

She went in the back, surprisingly. We sat in comfortable silence waiting for Tisha. Tisha was always late no matter what event or gathering it was. She either had to stop and talk or forgot something.

In the mirror I could see Heather pulling down her dress a bit and pushing up her breasts. I snickered to myself, turning on the air conditioner.

Tisha came running to my car, with her books in her hand. She sat in the back with Heather, out of breath and now panting.

"Sorry, I'm late. My stupid locker wouldn't open and these children wouldn't move out the way." She excused herself as my car roared to life.

"It's okay, but to be honest I feel kind of lonely in the front here by myself." I joked and they laughed.

"I'll sit in the front with you next time then." Tisha said as I reversed out of the parking lot.

Minutes of off key singing and high pitch screaming, we had arrived to the mall. Heather and Tisha intertwined their fingers together and began swinging their arms. Beck stepped out of his car in all his glory and came over to me.

We followed behind Heather, going wherever she wanted. I probably looked stupid, carrying books in my hand at the mall with my bag on my back. But, I wasn't alone because Beck was in the same boat.

We had finally arrived to American Apparel. Heather and Tisha went their separate ways and scanned the store. Beck and I were about to start studying before this lady came to us.