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Chapter 13: Step 1| How To Dress To Impress

Step 1| How To Dress To Impress

"So let me get this straight you think me wearing a mini skirt and crop top will impress people" I asked in disbelief, this guy is crazy.

"Yeah! You can't show your ex that your sad he left and walking around dressed like an old grandma." He answered.

"Excuse me for being comfy! I didn't really think dressing like a total slut will impress anyone probably pedos. Wait no! Ew not pedos, you really expect me to wear something that can attract pedos!" I exclaimed, squirming at the thought.

"Just come out and show me then I'll tell you if your gonna attract pedos" I sighed.

I walked out trying to pull down the shirt and skirt to try and cover at least more skin. Then I heard a few wolf whistles making me realize I wasn't alone. I looked up seeing about 4 guys next to Triston checking me out.

"Tris! This is what I can say. She won't attract pedos she can attract way worse." A cute guy with green eyes and jet black hair.

"What do you mean!?" I shrieked, what can be worse than pedos, rapists probably.

"It's not a rapist, but possibly cause those are some fine pair legs" said the same guy gazing at my legs while the other guys agreed with a "mhmm".

"Why do I always say everything out loud" I said slapping a hand on my forehead.

"No one knows Mel. No on knows." Triston replied shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.

"Uhhhhh! I don't ca- wait I never allowed you to call me Mel only my friends can call me Mel" I said, glaring at him.

"Awww! Mel that hurts right here" he said, pointing on his heart.

"I would've assumed it was your heart, but I think you meant your ego since it's way too large anyways." I retorted, rolling my eyes.

"Ooooohhhhh! She just dissed you the almighty Triston Morgan" answered a blonde with surfer hair.

"Yup! I like her Tris can I have her when your done" a pretty hot brunette spoke up.

"I'm-I mean were not dating" I said, with wide eyes, my face heating up.

"Mel they know that, but since you have to act as my girlfriend he can't go for you" Triston laughed with the other guys joining him.

"Her face was so red" laughed a guy who looked almost exactly like Triston except he had bright blue eyes.

"Wait just a minute! I never agreed to act as your girlfriend!" I said, my voice laced with fury.

"Well what else can you do to get rid of my ex" he said, arching one eyebrow. I was speechless, I almost forgot about his ex.

"Exactly! Our only solution is for you to become my fake girlfriend"

"Okay." I said glaring at the floor.

"Look what you did Tris she's in a bad mood" a girl's voice appeared, then I heard a slap sound. "Ow! What was that for?" Triston exclaimed.

"That was for annoying her now no one will go shopping with me" the same girl answered, irritated.

"I didn't! Look at her she seems fine" Triston retorted, pointing at me.

The girl faced me smiling brightly "Hi! My name's Marissa and please disregard my brother's rudeness." Marissa said still showing her megawatt smile.

"Hey! I'm Mel it's nice to meet you Marissa, but I was wondering if you can help me look for clothes instead. These idiots can only know the difference between dressing like a grandma and a slut, and let me tell you they think only grandma's wear jeans." I said, sighing in relief, finally a girl this place was overdosed with too much testosterone.