chapter 2

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Minutes after showering I got dress in a A line dress. One of my favourites.

"Your aren't wearing that?" Sonya questions from behind.

"I'll leave that for you to figure out." I answer sarcastically as usual.

"Take that off and wear something other than that."

"The is the best I got, its comfortable, its not exposing."

"That's exactly what you need , Exposing, why didn't I think of that?" She questions herself. "Wear something of mine."

I nod not bothering to argue, knowing that I will fail miserably.

Minutes which seems like hours, Sonya found something that actually fits me and shows way too much of my body. A blue cut jeans and a off the shoulder blouse with a black skull designed on it. I grad a peer of my converse, but was stop by a hand on my shoulder. She shoving a low heels at me.

She applied my make up so fast I worried I would look awful but once she turned me to face the mirror I actually like it. Too much but I like it. This isn't me at all but I have to go with it until I lose my virginity.

After what she claims to be her master piece is done I check my phone for the time. It's only 7:25pm, thought it was later but I guess not. We make our way to her car. She says I will not be coming home tonight so she has to drive herself home.

"Where exactly are we going?" I question. I really need to know where exactly I am going even though I know she won't tell me but I just have to ask.

"To a bar." She's so calm, why?

"Thought you said we were going to a club."

"I know but a bar is much better, they'd be drunk." She explains as she starts the car.

The drive to the bar was the usual. She telling me about Toby and how boring yet fun he is. I never understand there somewhat relationship. This minute she loves him and the next she has her tongue down another mans mouth. He always seem to forgive her I don't even bother to question why.

"Virgin we're here." She says

I roll my eyes in agreement.

Right as she is about to open the door she stops and looks deep in my brown eyes.
"No matter what don't tell him your a virgin." She tells me. I nod in response.

Walking inside a half full bar, eyes scanning Sonya's belly and my legs. This is so uncomfortable. I want to run for it. Its like she read my mind once her hand reached mine holding a firm grip.

Looking at me she gives me that smile again. I know she's up to something. She leans in to my ear.

"I see someone that seems to can't take  eyes off us, that's our target."

I swallow hoping things go well, while she basically drags me towards the men.

"Goodnight boys." She says to boys. Well they don't look boys more of men.

The room is dark but bright enough to see everyone clearly. The music from over the counter is low maybe too low. Its hearable but I can hardly make out the words the persons saying. It's something slow and sad. The people in here are countable. This might not be that bad after all, I say to myself.

"Goodnight." The man on the left says back to Sonya staring directly in her eyes. He's cute, wearing a ocean blue buttoned up shirt and a plain dark blue jeans. Ocean blue shirt like his eyes. He's got on the same converse I wanted to wear this evening.

I've got a ton of converse. Sonya claims I'm obsessed with them but I believe I'm obsessed with sneakers overall.

"Hi, I'm Sonya Jones." She reaches her hand out with a smile I've never seen but I like it.

He's staring her dead back.
"Kendrick." He says reaching over for her hand.

He's still staring in her eyes for some unknown reason I find them disgusting.

I roll my eyes expressing my disgust when they lead off into a conversation totally forgetting me. Looking over at beside Kendrick there's a guy that seems to share the same expression as me.

He's really really gorgeous. Wait more of handsome guys are to be handsome and that's what he is. Somehow I feel attracted to this man's beauty and something else I can't put on hand on it exactly.

"Hi." I say, realizing I did, feeling somewhat confident.

He's smiles back at me but say nothing, eyeing from head to toe.

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