Players Life

Chapter 3: First date material

Ingrid POV

"So like the first guy is in a band! Super hot right?!" Kat said from behind the dressing room door. 

She was talking about the guys she was going to see later.

"Have you even seen any of them before?" I asked. I didn't really want her going on dates with complete strangers.

"Most of them go to our school. But some are from that posh school down the road. Which means they have big bucks!" Kat giggled and opened the dressing room door.

She was wearing a short light pink dress with lace detailing and a  sweetheart neckline. She looked like a modern sluttier version of a princess.

"You look... cute" I chose my words carefully.

"Yeah but i don't want them getting the wrong idea, that i'm, like in for a serious relationship, I mean this is so babydoll like. Plus the date's at the club! This isn't really a club dress" She replied.

"The club?! The club isn't really first date, you know, material.." 

"Ugh get over it! Oh and one of the super hot guys from the posh school is bringing along a friend! You should TOTALLY come!!" Kat squawked picking up a super tight leopard print dress from the clothing rack.

"Well, I guess I'm not busy... ugh fine. I should probably pick out something to wear too.." I sighed.

I was reluctant but If I didn't go i would be stuck at home listening to younger sister, Daria, complain about how all of her favourite songs had words she wasn't aloud to say or too many swears. Or perhaps she would be complaining about how she's really good at basketball but when that cute older boy came over she was crap at it.

"Yay!" cheered Kat blowing a kiss.

Katrine POV

The tight leopard dress fit me like a... glove or was the saying like sock or something?

Whatever, sayings are dumb! 

I had totally gotten Ingrid to come join me and Jason, when we go clubbing!

To tell the truth, I only scored one date.

When I was flirting and asking around the posh school, a few guys laughed at me and called me a skank.

Whatever, I don't care what people think.

Or at least that's what I tell myself.

Oh, and the whole "First guy's in a band!" thing, yeah, I made that up.

I think the only reason Jason agreed to go out was because when people were calling me a skank, someone threw a glass of water at me. And that made my tight white bodycon party dress go kinda see-through. 

But whatever, Jason was smokin' HAWT! 

And he was bringing a friend so Ingrid wouldn't feel alone!

I am such a good friend.