hatred // chris schistad

two.

FREDAG.

the first week of school has passed and alex enjoyed every second of it. and it's now the weekend which makes alex even more happy.

'alex, you have to wear that!' says vilde in shock looking through eva's closet.

'oh no, that's not me.' says alex shaking her head as she sits on the bed.

'alex is right, we need to dress her up in something that screams out "alexandra pennington." let's see what we have.' says sana looking through the clothes then taking out a dress. all girls look at the dress then at alex and smile.

'you are going to look smoking hot.'

alex gets undressed and takes her glasses off while sana helps her get the dress on by making her close her eyes so she won't see what she is wearing.

'stop moving!' says noora as she tries to put the tights on her legs.

'it feels weird!' says alex laughing. once she is dressed, vilde does her hair and eva does her make up.

'can i open my eyes now?' asks alex.

'let me finish your eye make up!' says eva blending in the eye shadow on alex's closed lids.

'okay i'm done!' says eva happily and moving out the way.

'now stand up and open your eyes.' says sana.

alex stands up, carefully putting on her glasses and steps forward and opens her eyes practically gasping at her own reflection. she's wearing a tight black rib eye dress with long sleeves and vented cuffs.

'what do you think?' asks sana.

'i look, i can't even describe it.' says alex in shock.

'sexy?'

'gorgeous?'

'amazing?'

'all the penetrators are going to be all over you.' says noora.

'chris will be drooling when he sees you in this.' says eva laughing.

'girls stop complimenting me and look at yourselves! you're a bunch of hotties who's about to break some hearts!'

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'who's house is this?' asks alex as they stand outside.

'jonas vasquez, also known as eva's ex.' says vilde.

'oh i'm sorry, are you-?' asks alex but gets cut off by eva.

'nei it's okay. jonas and i are are on good terms.' she replies with a smile as the door opens.

'hei, whoa.' says the random at the door looking at the girls up and down.

'just to let us in, we're not objects for boys to look at.' says noora in norwegian, pissed off. the girls follow noora into the house that smells of alcohol, sweat and a slight stench of cologne.