The Bad Boy

Chapter 11

Stephanie's P.O.V.

I call Ally first thing in the morning when my alarm clock rings.

"Hello?" She answers groggily.

"Get your ass over here. We're skipping today and I'll explain when you get here." I command and then hang up.

I know she'll come over. I climb out fo bed and change into a pair of denim shorts and a black tank top covered in the Jack Daniels logo. I slide into a pair of black flip flops, and pull my hair into a side ponytail that rests on my right shoulder. I slide down the stairs as the doorbell rings.

I yank it open, and Ally stands there in a white denim mini skirt, a black sparkly tank top, and combat boots.

"What do you want?" Ally asks, stepping inside.

I tell her what happened last night and she wakes up more and more the farther I get into the story. She agrees that skipping would be neccessary.

"What am I going to wear!?" I ask.

"Shoppping needs to happen." She says.

"I agree." I say and grab my wallet.

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At the end of our shopping excursion I have purchased a skin tight black dress with rips up to my armpits on the sides, and rips down to my belly button in the shape of a v, starting at the very top, along with a pair of sparkly black hooker shoes and a black detective jacket to cover up with until we get to the night club where I am taking him.

"There is a 99.99% he will shit himself when he sees you." Ally says as we drive to the hair salon.

The hairstylist washes my hair with a prodct designed to bring out my natural curls, and then pulls my hair into an artful ponytail with a bump in the front. Then we pay extra for her to fix my makeup. It is already seven by the time we return home, after eating lunch and dinner out.

"Girl, maybe I should stay and have 911 dialed for when he sees you." Ally says as I check myself out in the mirror.

The dress leaves little to the imagination. I am not a stick and I am not fat. I think I'm the perfect in between, able to fill out my jeans and still have nice looking legs, which this dress displays most of them. The heels make me tall enough so I am at eye level with Harry.

"I don't know Ally, this is kind of skank hoe." I say checking to make sure you can't see my underwear line. You can.

"That is major skank hoe babe. That'd the point though. And you need to lose those granny panties. Here." She reaches in her purse and tosses me a lace pink thong.

I reluctantly slide off my boyshorts and pull on the thong. I hope this didn't cost more than 25 cents, because there's less material than that there.

"I can't believe I've turned into skank hoe. Your mom would have a heart attack." I say. Whenever Ally and I were younger, our moms would take us shopping and whenever we would pull out something to revealing or not appropriate in her opinion she would label it "Skank Hoe."

"No, actually she would have a heart attack, put you in the abnegation dress, give you a bible, and put you in a jail cell with holy water and a cross," Ally corrects me.

Once when we were shopping, Ally and I tried on these dresses we loved, but thanks to us being so tall, they were a bit short. Ally's mom then pulled out matching long sleeve ankle length turtle neck dresses and pushed them into our dressing room. We labeled them Abnegation as in the people from Divergent. Skank Hoe vs. Abnegation.