Beatrice Evergreen, after losing everything two years ago, is slowly trying to put herself back piece by piece.
Meeting Alex Frost, a football hotshot, in college wasn't part of her plan.
She never thought a stranger could make her heart f...
It ain't my fault- you came in looking like that You just made me trip, fall and land on your lap Stuntin' bad boy smooth Body hotter than a summer I don't mean to be rude
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I have stood in front of the closet for a whole fifteen minutes have already seemed to try a hundred outfits- not hundred exactly just a couple- and still can't decide what to wear tonight for the party.
A mild headache is starting to grow in the back of my head.
Why have I said yes to Ali?
Oh yes. Because I'm a crazy idiot.
I'm a crazy idiot who hasn't attended a party in the last two years. That too didn't end well. And suddenly I'm ready to go to a party.
Now here I am trying to choose an outfit for the party that I have said yes to my new best friend.
As I said before I'M A CRAZY IDIOT. I remove my hands from my hips and yank the skinny black jeans and a red halter crop top from the hangers.
I look at myself in the mirror. The great thing about skinny jeans is that it packs everything in and holds it in place just giving enough stretch to breathe. So my ass doesn't look that bad as it usually does. The red crop top ended right above my belly button and is great against my pale skin.
Yup. Better than the last two I have tried.
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My phone pings.
Allison: Get your ass down. I'm here.
Me: Coming.
Oh shit.
Quickly I darkened my eyelashes with my long forgotten mascara and then run a peach gloss over my lips.
I grab my black heels and take another glance of myself before I leave. My dress isn't too indecent but is hugging my body in the right places showing off my curves. I have tied back my hair in a high ponytail.
In a long while, I don't look that shabby.
I grab my phone and some cash and lock the door.
"Holy shit." Alison shouts loudly as soon as I open the passenger door.
"What?" I ask her taken back by her sudden outburst.
"If you are trying to get laid tonight then it is a helluva dress that is gonna make sure." She points out while starting the ignition.
I mumble something incoherent under my breathe.
We drove through the campus.
I nervously twirl my hair and tapping my feet on the floorboard.
Ali has switched to her favourite station and bobbing her head to the music.
She has dressed in a blue shift dress. Her usually straight black hair is now in perfect waves.
