Read It and Weep.

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Nicky's POV:

It was now about 10 o'clock and I was almost done getting ready for my so called 'date.' I had put an extreme amount of thought into my outfit of choice. I wanted to make him think that he was mistaken for thinking of me as an object to be auctioned off. This goes for Blane as well.

I had assembled the most sophisticated, well put together out fit, that was also some what provocative. I wanted to feel powerful and that's exactly what I felt when in this dress.

It was a black sleeveless dress that landed mid thigh on my overly skinny legs. The top portion of the material was ruffled slightly and went down into somewhat of a scoop neck line. I pared it with an off-white set of 4" heels and a belt off the same color.

There was one thing missing though. I thought as I gazed through the wall sized mirror in my mother's bathroom.

I got it! I Need a push up bra!

I tiptoed to my mothers bedroom with my ninja stealth powers on full alert. (Don't judge, I do to have ninja powers!) I heard the creak of hardwood and I stiffend. My breathing hitched and I was almost visibly shaking just by the thought of getting caught in the skimpy dress. When I realized it was the creak of the board beneath me I let out an involuntary sigh of relief. Once I made it into my mothers drawers I was baffled at array of options I had in front of me. I mean I've never even seen a push-up bra, let alone had to chose one for myself! I'm not even sure my mom is my size anymore! I know that my breasts are bigger than the average 18 year old, at a cup size of 38 D's, but I didn't even consider that my mother would be smaller than me! The largest bra I found in the drawer was a 32 C, and there was no way I would fit in that.

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to use a normal bra. *sigh!*

When I finished getting ready, I pulled out my phone and clicked Haji's special number. Of course the phone rings a total of 8 times before he picks up. When he does he was still laughing at something that had obviously amused him, that I may never know.

"Hey girly?" I heard him rasp out.

"Hey loser!" I said with a smirk he could sense.

"What do you need now?"

"I simply need my leverage that I was promised."

"Oh yeah! I'll be over in 5." he said then hung up.

When the subtle roar of Haji's car fills my room, I make a sprint for the door. When I get there he had his hand hovering over were he was about to knock.

"SHHH!" I whisper yelled, spraying his face with spit.

"What's your deal dude!" he whispered back.

I motioned to my dress and his eyes went wide. Then I motioned up stares to my brother's room he nodded. I signaled him to follow and he did, as I led him up the stares to my room. Once the door was secure, I plopped down on my bed with my had outstretched. Haji rooked his eyes but pulled a black iPhone 5s from his backpack. He placed it in my hand and looked up from the screen.

"I haven't opened it yet." He stated and I nodded.

"And I won't if you don't want me to." And I nodded again.

"Thanks a million! I'll have him listen to you too!" I said the last part with a giggle and be looked at me funny.

"What? Never heard an evil plot in motion before?!" I snakily retort. He shakes his head and mumbles something along the lines of "I don't even want to know.."

CLARK'S PVO:

Where is it?! I know I put it in my backpack when I left school on friday! That phone is priceless to me! I have all of my deep and dark secrets within that thing!

Oh shit. What if someone has it!

Oh! Maybe Mrs. Bend has it! I'll call her. I pick up my phone and dial the number of my therapist. It was court ordered... The phone rings a few times and then connects.

"Hello, this is Family help and therapy. My name is Carter, How my I assist you." The receptionist answers.

"Hello, this is Clark. I was wondering if someone had turned in a black, iPhone 5s? And if not may I speak to Mrs. Bend?" I ask politely. There was a pause for a couple of seconds.

"I'm sorry sir, there was no phone was turned in.. I'll connect you to Mrs. Bend." I sighed in frustration and waited for the click.

"Hello? Carter?" I hear Mrs. Bend's soft, reassuring voice sounded through the phone.

"Miss, I can't find my Phone!!!" I panted out. I was almost in tears at this point but I held back for the sake of my pride. Not like there would be any left if that device fell into the wrong hands.

"Ok Carter, can you tell me where you last saw it?" She attempts to console me.

"IT WAS IN MY BAG AND NOW IT'S NOT!" I yelled into the receiver. I could almost see her flinch though the phone.

"Ok, try retracing your steps and then call me back, I have another client, I hope you find your phone." She said with a hint of regret. Then the line went dead. I let out my anger on the poor wall next to my door. My fist went. Right. Though. The. Wall.

Shit!

What now.. I check the time only to see that it's already 11 o'clock. I guess having a little fun with the Queen of the Prudes will help me regain some of my good mood.