But It's a Guy Shirt

Chapter 11: You're Face Looks Like a Fucking Bell

     I sit in my room, trying to pick a hoodie.

     I turn towards my open door. "Theo! Black or grey?"

"Grey," he replies from his room.

I grab my grey hoodie from the many hooks on my wall. "Thanks."

I pull the grey clothing over my sports jersey. I take a quick glance at my mirror and head downstairs.

     "Woah, woah. Where do you think you're going?"

     I let out a sigh and turn to my mom, who's busy making cookies. "I'm going to hang with my friends today. Remember?"

     "Oh, right," she says, fixing her attention back on the bowl full of cookie dough. "Well, be safe. Love you."

     I give her a smile. "Love you, too."

     I walk out the door and start making my way to Jade's house.

     ~

     "C'mon, beautiful. Let's get you some new dresses," Paris says, dragging me to one of the stores with classy dresses on display.

     Jade, Paris and I are currently at the mall. And now I regret my decisions.

      "But you said we'd go to Hot Topic," I groan, trying to pull away from her grasp.

     "Well, then I lied," she responds flatly.

     I turn to Jade, who's recording the whole scene.

     "Jade, help me," I groan.

     She lets out a laugh. "You're fine. We're only gonna buy one dress."

     I stick up my middle finger at her, as I try to glare into her fucking soul.

     After a while, I give up. Paris manages to drag me to a store and throws a few dresses into my hands. "Try these on."

     I roll my eyes at her. "Try these on," I mimic in a high-pitched voice.

     She lets out a laugh and shoves my shoulder lightly. "Shut up, I'm doing this for you."

     I glare at her, waiting for her to break.

Finally, Paris lets out a sigh. "Fine," she says, slowly taking the dresses from my arms and placing back in their original spots. "But just so you know, I hate you."

     I wrap my arms around. "Love you, too."

     As Paris continues to set them back on the hangers, a girl walks over to us.

     "Excuse me, is it okay if I can try that dress?" She asks, gesturing to one of the black dresses in Paris' arms.

     "Oh, of course," Paris replies, as she struggles the pick the dress out of her grasp.

     Jade jogs over to us. "Sorry," she says breathlessly, "I went to use the bathroom."

     I watch her eyes widen at the girl waiting for Paris to give her the black dress.

     "Here we go," Paris says triumphantly, holding the dress in her other hand. She hands it over to the stranger, and she gives us a smile.

     "Thanks," she says, before walking away.

     Paris lets out a sigh once all the dresses are put away. "Well, let's go to a different store. I have most of these dresses anyway," she says.

     "Onward to Hot Topic," I proclaim, leading my friends out of this store.

     I feel Jade tap my left shoulder, before taking a quick glance at Paris, who is on her phone.