"how about this one?" becca asked me while i slipped my blue stone-washed jeans on. i looked up to see her holding an edgy outfit.
the shorts were dyed black with studs poking out at the sides and every other fashionable place. the waist was fitted high as they were waist-high shorts....state the obivious much. the shirt was loose-fitted, white and with a you me at six print on the front. the neckline was low but not low enough that you could see her boobies. that would be very weird. to finish off the outfit she matched some violet converse which were also outlined with small, golden studs. all together they made an awesome, rockchic outfit that only she could pull off. i nodded encouragingly at her choice of clothes and i'm guessing she was glad of my approve.
'okay so that outfit. hair up or down?' she asked me while tentively staring into the mirror on my pearl white desk.
'you do know we are only going to school right? no need to worry that much.' i told her honestly.she looked back smirking not taking my comment to heart.
'it's school and who knows what type of hot, new guys there are...oh how many hot guys do you know, so you can, you know, introduce me?' she winked and looked at me innocently.
i sighed 'there are a few, but even if i do, why would i let you have them?' i said, joking back 'but if you want my opinion on your hair, put it .....'i clicked my head to the right, looking at her, 'down. curly but not too curly. curtains so they swoop away from your beautiful face.' i gave her a cheesy smile as she followed my instructions.
exactly seventeen minutes later we stepped out the front door locking it on the way out. i was dressed in my blue stone-washed skinny jeans, a cream blouse and jeweled sandals wrapped around my feet. a touch of mascara and eyeliner covered my eyes while a shade of coral lipstick moonsplashed my lips. once becca had placed on her outfit she had covered her eyes in a smoky black eyeshadow effect with a swipe of eyeliner covereing her top lid. a thin layer of foundation encased her face giving off a warm glow. a red, pigmented lipstick was swiped across her plump lips.
the short walk to Salt Lake High was literally just five minutes away from my bachelour pad....that way my house sounds so much cooler. i was kinda glad i live so close to the school so i didn't feel so lazy about taking my drivers license.
'so back to hot guys, you know any?' becca turned her head and sent me a cheeky wink waiting for my answer.
'well there's one guy...'
'yeah, oh does he have abs? are they nice? i bet they're nice' of course that's what she thinks fo first. i love her and everything but sometimes she could be ditsy as fuck. excuse my spanish.
'well you'll have to find out yourself won't you' she squeled happily, but what she didn't know was she had met this mysterious guy before. i smiled evily.
'okay you're freaking me out now so just keep talkiing about guys and it will be all better' becca stated as i rolled my eyes about her finding a topic as we walked to school.
five minutes couldn't have gone slower. seriously. all she did was nag to me about all the hot guys i knew. which wasn't many. lets just say i wasn't exactly popular at the school but i wasn't as the bottom of the chain. i knew everyone. i moved from group to group but didn't get close to anyone apart from harry. he had this charm that i couldn't resist.
as we entered the school gate i could feel stares on us, that were obviously meant for becca more than me. i have never felt so anxious and defenceless than i did now standing beside becca, the new fascination of the school.
luckily for me the bell had just rang, signalling for us to get our butts to our classrooms. i walked becca to the main office to collect her locker number, schedule and other important shit. the old, large woman behind the counter, a.k.a large marge, as the school called her, pushed a brown envolope carrying all documents for becca into her open hands, which almost led becca dropping to the ground, resulting in a not happy becca.
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