I spin around to check out the back of the dress in the mirror. I try to pull it down, but it's no use. This dress is just not the one for me.
"Ughhhhhhhh. The girls have probably already picked out their dresses and are meeting back up the car right now. This is just so pointless," I pout and flop myself on the seat beside Nickson. "I might as well just wear my eighth grade semi formal dress."
Nickson stares at me not knowing what to say.
"Well, don't just watch me. Give me another dress!"
Nickson snaps out of his trance and hands me the next dress. I slip out of the dress until I'm down to my underwear and bra. Then, I throw the next one over my head and pull it down.
"Too loose," I complain.
I start taking it off when I notice that Nick's eyes are bulging just as much as his pants are. I snap in his face.
"Hello?! Snap out of it, boy! I know I'm hot, but please, staring is extremely rude."
He looks into my eyes and all I can see is lust. This is definitely not my type of man, but I'm having a wardrobe malfunction, and it's my graduation night. Also known as the first night of the rest of my life.
I sigh. "I'm so going to regret this tomorrow."
With that, I lean over Nick and kiss him. It starts off as a simple kiss, but I realize how dumb it was for me to think that a vigorous gang member was going to go easy on me with this. He practically rips the clothes off my body, his mouth full of lust.
I never did finish trying on all those clothes.
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