chapter 15

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        "So are you free after school? We could go to the mall then." Tabby asked as we walked to the lunchroom.

"I believe so?" I hummed.

"That sounded more like a question." Tailor pointed out.

"That's because it was..." I mumbled. "I think I am, but I have to make sure."

Luciano walked up to me and hugged me from the side.

"Hi." I grinned.

He intertwined our hands together.

"Hey." he chuckled softly. "Good to see your making friends."

"They just started talking to me like they've known me for a few years," I whispered.

"That's normally how friendships start," he responded back softly.

"Do you two wanna come and sit with us for lunch?" Tailor suggested.

I shrugged, looking at Luciano.

"Sound's good to me," Luciano said.

"Great!" Tabby exclaimed. "Follow us, then."

"I need a bit of help," I mumbled to Luciano as we walked behind Tabby and Tailor.

"What is it?" Luciano wondered. "Is something wrong?"

"They want me to go to the mall with them after school," I explained. "I don't know what to do..."

"And why is that such a bad thing?" he asked. "I personally think that it would be good for you to go with them, but If you're too uncomfortable going, just tell them that you can't make it."

"That's, uh, not exactly what I was expecting to hear," I sighed. "But still helpful nevertheless. Thanks."

"Of course." he grinned. "I'm happy to be able to help you."

        "So," Tailor drew out. "Tab's and I were thinking."

Tab's?

"That's never a good sign." one of the boys said, rolling there eyes.

"Safa!" Tabby gasped as she smacked his arm.

He has short brown hair and blue eyes with a brownish-red glasses.

"We were thinking," Tailor repeated. "How about a triple roller skating date with the six of us?"

"Sounds good to me," the other boy shrugged.

He has long brown hair that's tied back and green eyes.

"Me too," the blue-eyed boy nodded.

"If Rei is okay with it," Luciano said.

"Please don't leave the decision up to me," I mumbled.

Luciano sighed.

"Alright." he murmured, kissing the top of my head gently. "Depending on what time, we'll be there."

"Yay!" Tailor cheered.

"Can we have your number so we can make a group chat to plan more efficiently?" Tabby asked.

"Thank you, Luciano," I whispered.

"Of course, love." he smiled softly.

Love?

Did he just call me love?

"What is it Rei?" Tabby asked. "Your face is turning red."

"Oh, umm, uh." I stuttered. "It's, it's nothing."

He just called me love.

        How did I get talked into this?

I hate shopping.

I hardly even know these two girls, yet I'm letting them pick an entire outfit for me.

"So," Tabby hummed. "How well do you skate?"

"I used to ice skate and roller skate competitively as a young child. And I still skate every now and then" I answered. "So I do believe that I'm pretty good at it."

The place that I did this through did ice skating in the winter and then roller skating in warmer weather.

"Really?" Tabby gasped. "That's so cool!"

"How well did you do in them?" Tailor wondered.

"Umm..." I uttered. "I was, um, I was normally at least in the top three."

"Woah." Tabby breathed out. "Tailor, this means that we can still go with our original idea."

"Yes, it does." Tailor giggled. "How wonderful."

"And your original idea is what?" I casually asked. "And what was the new idea?"

"Our original plan was a skating skirt," Tailor explained. "But that wouldn't work very well if you weren't good at skating so we though a nice pair of leggings or something for bottoms."

Oh.

A skirt.

"I, um, I don't know how to function in skirts," I admitted quietly. "Or dresses for that matter."

"We'll teach you then, so you can be more comfortable wearing them," Tabby said. "There's no reason to be embarrassed about not knowing how to do stuff in them."

Tailor nodded.

"Yeah," she agreed. "And if you're still uncomfortable with skirts, then we can get you a backup outfit. Okay?"

"Alright." I murmured. "Sounds like a plan."

"This is going to be fun." Tabby grinned.

What did I just sign myself up for?

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