Life Can Be Very Confusing Sometimes

Chapter 9: Finding the Hottie

Okay, my heart is broken, so I'm sorry but some characters are going to get their hearts broken, too.

But I have been feeling a little down so these chapters may be kind of lazy. But just tell me what you think, Enjoy! (I guess;/)

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                    “Here, try this on!” Samantha yelled, throwing a purple dress at me.

                   “I told you! I’m not going to be a princess with you for Halloween!” I yelled back.

                   “Well I’m not going to be a friggin ugly beast!” she said as she kept looking through the dresses.

                    “It’s not an ugly beast! It’s just a Goth outfit!” This was getting annoying. She ignored me and kept doing the same thing. I don’t know how I ended up getting paired with her this year, I mean, I know Roy and Charlie are best friends but that doesn’t mean that the two girlfriends have to dress up the same! Who made this stupid rule?!

                   “Wait, look at this one! This would fit you!” Samantha said, pointing at a black dress with purple straps and belt.

                   “I don’t think I’ll ever catch you wearing that,” I replied, putting my hair as a ponytail.

                   “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll wear the pink one next to it!” she smiled and grabbed the dresses, “here, try it on.”

          I went inside the dressing room, locking the door behind me. I put the dress on, setting my clothes on the chair beside me and I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress reached my knees, showing my long legs. I looked nice, maybe I should get rid of the entire extra make up on me and just dress like Samantha. Wait, what the hell am I thinking?! I’m not girly at all! I think I’m spending way too much time with her.

          I opened the door to see Samantha holding some shoes, black high heels. “Here, put this on. They match the dress,” she smiled and turned on her heel. “Okay.” I sat on a bench and slipped the shoes on. How did she know my shoe size? Oh yeah, we’ve always had the same shoe size ever since we were born.

                    “Damn, you’re hot!” a voice behind me yelled, making me jump and turn. “Are you like a Victoria’s Secret model or something?” the strange guy said. He looked like he was my age.

                    “Uhh, do I know you?” I asked, tripping on the extremely high heeled shoes.

                    “Sorry, my name is Kyle Keen. What’s yours?” he smiled, showing his perfect lined teeth.

                   “I’m Selena Roberts. Nice to meet you,” I smiled and stepped forward to shake his hand. He had a nice grip, and as we shook hand I could see the way his muscles moved. He had black hair that fell over his indigo eyes. He actually had a perfect face.

                  “Nice to meet you, too.” I found myself staring at his body then our eyes met. “You like what you see?” he smirked.

                  “Wh-what? No! I uhh, I was just……. Never mind. Umm, how old are you?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

                  “18, and don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject there.” I smiled at him, ignoring what he said.