Immy and Liv walked through the mall together, mainly window shopping until they found the closest Starbucks, something the old Imogen had hated. She always thought coffee was disgusting and that Starbucks was just somewhere for basic white girls to sit and gawp at cute barristers that have virtually no interest in any basic slut that walked into the god awful place, they usually just sit and look at the clock, counting down the minutes until they can leave and go take a nap or play FIFA or whatever it is 19 year old boys do these days. The new Immy however, well as much as she didn't want to be she now was one of those girls, that's just how things were.
"So what did you get up to last night seen as though you didn't pick up your phone all night?" Liv asked Immy as they waited for their, you guessed it, venti pumpkin spiced lattes.
"Nothing much really, ate ice cream and went to bed to watch mean girls" as much of a slut that she was, Immy never bragged about any of the boys she slept with, it was usually the other way round because of course every guy wanted to sleep with Immy, she was the hottest girl in school and the most popular so guys usually found it an accomplishment if she slept with them.
"You defo got laid you little slut, who was it? or do I even need to ask? I'm sure I'll find out on Monday when he spreads it around" she laughed as she grabbed her drink from the barista, a tall boy with dark skin and dark hair with blonde streaks, also slipping him her number as she took it. "see you in school Calum." Immy watched her friend wink at the boy and flip her hair, she watched how his gaze never broke from the short girl with sparkling blue eyes and long blonde hair. It all just seemed so easy for Liv.
"I'm sure you will." Immy spoke more to herself than to her friend, although she'd been playing this whole 'I'm a slut and I don't care' act for a while, she was still Imogen deep down and she wasn't exactly proud of her reputation.
And with that, they headed down the side of the mall and closer to the centre of the crowded place the two girls just so happened to catch the eye of the one boy that Immy didn't want to make eye contact with at that moment.
"Oh my god Im that's Luke holy! Quick smile and flick your hair, do something!!" Liv stopped and pulled Immys arm as she saw that Luke was looking straight at them both. Shit. As soon as they reached the boy leaning against the cold brick wall Liv instantly began rambling on and on about nothing that neither Luke or Im cared about, all Luke could do was stand and bite his lip at the short girl with thick brown curls and long black eyelashes, her eyeliner winged out and her lips coated with a deep plum lipstick. After Immy had finally managed to pry her friend away from staring at the boy currently playing with his lip ring, she began to walk in silence.
"Why were you being so weird back there and why was he looking at you like th-.. OH MY SHIT IT WAS LUKE WASN'T IT?! TELL ME EVERYTHING, HOW WAS IT, HOW DID IT HAPPEN, IS IT BIG?" Live kept firing question after question until Immy just snapped.
"LIV, JUST SHUT UP!" both girls stood in the middle of the shopping centre, not saying a word until Im began to feel bad and realise that she probably wouldn't have even slept with Luke if Liv hadn't have made her popular so she put on her fake smile and began to slowly answer her questions one by one.
"It's not that I measured like but I've seen a few dicks in my time and its safe to say he has the biggest ive seen.." both girls began to laugh before Immy continued. "it was around 9 and a half fucking inches Liv" Liv gasped slightly before both girls burst into fits of giggle and headed to Livs car to gossip more about Luke and his not so little friend.
I WROTE THIS AROUND MY FAMILY ON MY MOMS LAPTOP AND WOW IT WAS V V AWKS WHEN THEY ASKED WHAT I WAS WRITING OOPS.. oh well be right, its just the life of a fangirl I guess...
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