daydreamer |luke hemmings|

|Chapter 8|

Chapter 8

Tori's POV:

its the time of the Semi Dance in a week, which leads me to thinking about a dress. Of course i said yes to Alana when she said she wanted to take me to shop with he so we could by dresses together. Yeah, i know me and Hemmo agreed to 'start a trend' but we are not following that plan. Alana is supposed to be here any second to drive us to the mall. as if on cue, i hear a knock at the door. I swiftly swing open the door and step out.

" hey, you ready?" i ask

" what werejust getting dresses!"

"yeah yeah lets go." i say

***

we arrive at the mall, and it's pretty much dead. the dress store is right around the corner. we picked out our dresses and head to the dressing room.

"does this one look alright?" I ask nervously

"not really you!sorry Tor but no." she stated "what about mine?" she was wearing a teal dress that flows to the floor.

"yeah but it's not Christmassy!" I said

"yeah your right... ok" she said bluntly

we head back in our dressing rooms for the 2 round of dresses.

"what about this one? I really likes it. a light green dress what stops mid-thigh, with a little poof starting at the waistline.

"I loveee itt" she said exited. "what about this?" it's was a gold dress almost identical to mine.

"it's pretty! you should get it!" I exclaimed.

"alright we both have our dresses!" she said

we paid for our dresses, and went home. finally. I hate shopping,period.

***

I wake up to the noise of my alarm clock, Applause, by lady gaga, 'cause I have to wake up Flawless.

I pull over a baggy sweatshirt, over my tight skinny jeans. I walk out to my car and get in. without even thinking of breakfast. I'm not in the mood really. I speed off with the rest of my 'associates' to school and pull up by the door, or bus line let out. I walk in and get dirty looks. why? I don't know honestly. I have been well-behaves all year so far! i know it's only the 3rd day of school, but still.

I shouldn't let it get to me but I'm what people call 'insecure'. I'm 'insecure' about my body, I mean yes, I have got a 'swimming suit body' but that doesn't mean I'm not 'insecure'.

I'm almost never let people's opinions get to me. But this thine it seems different, like a different were I won't be able to get out of this, and it's worse than previous. as if on cue...

"hey slut, who you planing to fuck next, your boyfriend?" a boy stopped me in the hallway with a devilish smirk on his face.

that's when I realized, the last can really come back to haunt you!

a/n:

heyy I'm uh sorry it's been long yeah so byeee

xoxo.

<Tori🍄