The ringing of my worn down iphone 4 wakes me out of my slumber, one that for once isn't interrupted until sunrise. My thoughts skyrocket to positive ones when I read the contact as Tilly.
"Morning Till," with a stretch of my arms a few pops and cracks are heard, along with Tillys reply.
"Sassy! I was up all night I don't know what to wear tonight please help, I know your brother was meant to drop you at the party but I'm coming to get your cute ass now, where are you." Racking my brain for another lie yet again I tell her that i'm in town having breakfast at the waffle house.
"What and you didn't invite me oh my gosh Sassy, rude." the sarcasm in her voice forces a little eyerole with my deep brown eyes that in my opinion are way oversized for the rest of my face.
"Ill borrow one of my big bros cars i'll be there in 10," without a word of reply she hangs up to which I spring into action to run toward the waffle house, a good five minute run away.
Timing is obviously in my favour as the window of a matte black range rover roles down beside the street light im leaning on for support. I spot the homely face of Tilly and make my way into the fancy car that is no doubt worth more than my house and everything in it, including myself. Clipping myself into the seatbelt I am met with a slightly judgemental and questioning look on Tillys face.
"Do you own any other clothes, you wore that hoodie on Monday and yesterday to school, you can borrow my clothes tonight I have the perfect outfit that will make all that cuteness turn into sexiness."
With a nod of appreciation to what she had offered my eyes fall to the moving object out the window. All I want is to be snuggled up under the covers of a proper bed, drinking hot tea and cutting out the world. My oversized jumper then catches my wondering eyes, I never was one for fashion, never have had the money to freely spend like ill just get it back the next day. Due to my constant moving i've never been able to hold down a steady job outside of school and earn my own money. Every article of clothing I own is either from the second hand store, old clothes from when I was fourteen or the small amount of clothing of my mothers that I was able to hide from my brother.
The fancy car now pulled up to a high rise gate to which I assume is the richter part of town. It was only a second of hesitation before the black gate opens leading to a stone driveway which eventually connects with a large sandstone house. With my mouth agape at the spectacular view Tilly lets out a laugh at my reaction.
"I know it's a lot, it's my brothers, he tries to spend his way to happiness he can sometimes go a little overboard," with an agreement I open the car door and hesitate on entering the house. Walking onto the grand front door Im met with a large foyer that could resemble the size of a ball room, a large deep wood staircase leading to the upper floor with the foyer like space leading to three different sections. My curiosity is put at ease when tilly gives me the grand tour of the mansion like house.
The final room we come to is Tilly's room, one that is the same size as about 10 of my rooms at home.
"This is a lot Tilly how can someone even afford this big of a house, i mean it is worth more than my whole life." although i hear her reply she is nowhere to be found in the room.
"My brother runs multiple businesses, he's pretty cashed up, he has his benefits to go along with his snappy and over controlling self." She must have noticed my intake of breath at her words as she quickly changes the subject. "Don't worry he's not here, now I've got the perfect outfit for you we've got a couple of hours before we start getting ready, so let's do something fun!"
The day quickly flew by filled with movies and gossiping to now, where I stand in the mirror in an outfit that on anyone else would look absolutely stunning, yet with the ripped boyfriend jeans a little to tight for my liking and the second skin of a crop shirt i can't help but feel uncomfortable. I'd rather be wearing i nice big cozy hoodie with one of my cute skirts or a pair of simple leggings.
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Damaged Goods
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