touch-me-not & forget-me-not

Chapter 11: don't try me

Dani's POV

  "I received your text! What's the emergency?" Liz asked. "It's a disaster!" I groaned. She looked at me up and down. "Does it perhaps have to do with the fact that you're in your underclothes?" She asked. "Yes," I sighed.

  "Listen, I might look like your stereotypical mean girl. Lip gloss, hot pink, long nails? But you have your own style so you can dress yourself," she said. "Unless this is your way of asking me to go shopping with you then hell yeah!" She exclaimed.

  "I have enough clothes," I said. "It's stupid really," I muttered. "Just spit it out!" She yelled. "I can't wear a top today," I sighed. "Would you like to borrow a dress from me?" She asked. "Like I'd want to be caught in pink," I said. "Lauren's dresses?" She asked. "Like I want to be caught in a dress!" I exclaimed. Does she even own a dress though?

  "How did you manage to not be able to wear a top anyway?" She asked. "Well, Lauren and I played poker and bet it on... Well something. She's better than she appears," I sighed.

  "You bet on your all your tops?" She laughed. "No, just something Lauren decide to change last minute," I winced. "What did you crazies even bet on?" She asked.

  "It started off as money, then, stripping then a few kisses, then well... more than kissing," I said. "Lauren won a one night stand with you?" She laughed. I waved her words aside. But she could have. "Last minute we changed our minds and bet on our dignity," I sighed. "Guess who lost?" I questioned. "I don't know, Lauren?" She said. "Open your eyes wider, sweetie. I'm supposed to go to class and expose my boobs to the world," I groaned. "I could be suspended for 2 days for goodness sake!" I yelled.

  "Never knew you cared so much about grades," She said. "Well, I have ambitions," I huffed. "Okay but see it this way," she smirked. "Boys are gonna drool over you. Girls will talk about you. Hell, you'd get asked out more," she smiled. "Okay... That's true," I admitted.

  "And Lauser is soft and easily flustered. You could bring her down with you," She said. I smiled. "I like the way you think. I'm sold," I said. I gave her a fist bump. "Okay, now," she smirked. "Where's your bra collection? We need the most sexy one," she asked. I pointed to my wardrobe.

  "Heck, is that what I think it is?" She laughed. She went over to my wardrobe and picked up a vibrator. "What do you think it is?" I asked. "A vibrator, duh," she said. She turned it on and pointed it at me. "I'm assuming this is your's?" She chuckled. "Maybe. Also, don't touch it. It's... Been used recently," I muttered. Her face twisted to a look of disgust and she dropped it on the floor. "Ew! Wait... On Adams or you?" She asked.

  "Did you hear moaning yesterday night from upstairs?" I asked. "Your ceiling could never be thinner but just answer the question," she said. "Well, I lost that game. Then, I turned the tables on her while doing my forfeit. She was really..." I coughed. "Loud so I gagged her. You're welcome," I said. "You have some crazy thoughts," she whistled. "Well, vibrators aside," she said turning back to look at my wardrobe.

  "I'm feeling this with this, no?" She asked, pulling out a bra and a pair of pants. "Ooh wait! Did she say anything about jackets?" She asked eagerly. "This text just says, no tops," I said. "Then, we have a back up plan," she said, picking up a red plaid jacket on the floor. "If things get too hot, you could wear this. Button it up half way and people could think your wearing a really lacy shirt," she said.

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  And to no surprise, I have never gotten as much attention as I have today. Thankfully, Liz knows my fashion taste is so she picked a great outfit. Black tights, a red plaid jacket and of course, a lacy black bra from Victoria's Secret.