Bad Boys Get Slapped

Chapter13: Party

Hanna's pov:-

"Yes. I am going you??", I ask Jasmin who is at the other end of the phone call.

"I don't really know if I should ", she says with sadness.

"Jazzie what's wrong? "

"Ugh, it's nothing, it's just the fact that Nash is my ex "

"Whattt!!"

I am standing in front of my closet trying to figure out what I can wear for the party today. I throw my body disparated to the bed while talking to Jasmin.

"Oh, Jazzie I'm sorry because I reminded you of him"

"Nah, you're fine, I'm over him by the way"

I remember that I have no good dress to wear for the party, and sigh exaceperated.

"Now what is wrong? ", she asks concerned.

"I can't find a nice dress for the party, fuck, maybe I should go naked"

"Haha", she giggles "if that really annoys you then don't go"

"NO", I said in a devilish tone. "I need to go... it is- it is the first party I will be going and I don't want to lose the chance ", I kinda lie about why I want to go so fucking much but I can't say the truth. Sure I have never been to a party before but it wasn't the real reason.

"Oh, really ", she says flabbergasted, and I feel stupid when I nod realizing that she can't see me. "Okay, Imma call Ida and we'll be at yours in one sec"

"Awwww, thankss you both are really the best "

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I hear light knocks on the front door, and hurry to grab the knob. I pull the woody peace open to reveal two goofy grins.

"Hi bitches", I greet the girls with as goofy smile as theirs.

"Hi bitch", Ida replies hugging the shit out of me. Jasmin leans closer to me and hugs me just when Ida let go.

"Life saviors arrived", Jasmin yells as they are ushered inside the house. They both carry two bags each.

"Now, my lass, you have to model for us", Ida says.

"Wait girls ,I have to ask you, are you coming?", I ask

"I am not", Ida starts. "I -I just don't want to get high and stuff ,you know"

"Me too, seeing Nash will make me puke even the milk I was breastfed ", Jazzi explains. "I so fucking hate him"

I take the bags from their hands.

"Thannnnk youu sweethearts", I thank them walking upstairs. Both of them not far behind.

A dress after a dress but none I really liked. Ugh, the girls said that the dresses were perfect on me but still I didn't feel comfortable in them. I still have one dress I didn't try but I am not so excited about it. I know my luck.

Short crimson dress that lies beneath my bum. I zip the dress up. Don't ask me how because it is really a gift from God. I walk on the imaginary runway towards the mirror. My eyes light up eyeing my reflection. I am literally checking my self out.

Oooh, I am sexy!

"I loved it", I turn to face the girls to find them drooling. Okay it was exaggeration but really the look in their faces tell how much they like the dress on me.

"You look more fabulous in my dress than I do", Ida awes.

"Thanks, I try", I say with humbleness.