So it's been a hot second since I updated. But here we go!
"No, just no." Anna grimaced as I held up the latest outfit idea that I had put together. What was so wrong with it? I glanced down at the sweatshirt and leggings. It looked perfectly acceptable to me. And besides, as far as I had come with accepting my body the way it was, I still wanted something a little curve conealing. Hence, sweatshirt.
"Yeah, I know, but look," Anna said "I know you don't want to go. And I know that you feel like the only reason you were invited was because we both know hot people. But I want you to have fun. And maybe even have a hookup with a cute guy. So you are going to wear something nice and overly expensive."
I wanted to melt into my own puddle of depression.
I always thought of Anna as beautiful, with her naturally fiery hair and freckles. She was curvy but in an alluring kind of way.
And what made it all worth while was the fact that the only reason Parker wanted her to come was because he thought she was single.
Well joke's on you Butthead. She's got a boyfriend.
"Fine." I grumbled. "But if I'm looking hot tonight, then I'm looking HOT TONIGHT."
My best friend grinned a grin only a soulless ginger could muster.
Standing up, she threw some red fabric at me.
"Good, cause I bought us outfits."
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I imagine the dress as Scarlett. Or maybe even a Maroon. It's up to you
Aubree's outfit. (There's also dark leggings with tennis shoes) ******
So I regret nothing.
Did I wear possibly the nicest outfit I will most likely ever own?
Yep.
Was I hesitant in coming?
Yes, yes I was.
Did I want to tell Parker to kiss my chunky rear end by not coming?
