"Get up, we're going shopping!" Bree demanded, throwing my pink flowery duvet across the room. She stood with her hands on her hips.
"Ergggg" I groaned, rolling back over and attempting to grab something to cover me. In my state of exhaustion and sadness, I completely forgot about keeping my underwear on when I chucked my oversized top on. I knew for a fact that my bare ass was on show for Bree right now, I could feel the cold air to confirm it.
"You have a gorgeous ass, but I'm more into dick, so cover up and get up." she threw a fluffy cushion right at my bare bottom causing me to shriek and jump into a sitting position.
She had an evil smirk on her face; she was satisfied with herself.
"Good. Now go shower," she pointed directly at the door. "We are going out. I don't know what happened last night but Jason and I had to walk home." She edged closer. "Walk. Home. Do you hear me? Because Mason was pissed after he was saw leaving this building."
Oh fuck. She was on to me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Yes. That's right. I know that something happened, and by the looks of those bags weighing your eyes down and the scraggy look of your hair, I know it involves you."
I just stared. Completely dumbfounded and pissed. Annoyed that I'd been so stupid last night and annoyed that I'd been dragged out of bed - literally - when I had a headache larger than life.
"Fine. I'm going." I threw my legs over the side of the bed, cringing at the ache in my soles.
"Paracetamol and water are there." she pointed to the small table occupied with different things, and a sign saying 'hangover cures!'. Not sure I had a hangover, but it was close enough.
I dragged myself to the showers after swallowing two paracetamols and taking a sip of coffee. If we were going out, I was going to need more than a sip; more like a bucket load.
As soon as I'd showered, I placed my bag in front of the huge mirror to take a look at my face. Bree was right, my bags were weighing down my eyes. They were huge. I clipped my wet hair up, doing a double take when I noticed a small red mark on my neck. As I zoomed closer into the mirror, I saw it. A love bite. A fucking hickey on my neck. I stood staring for a while, not believing what I was seeing. I didn't even realise he gave me one. More girls filtered through the bathroom and I ducked to hide it, and myself. I raced towards my room, fuming.
"Ahhh, finally. You're back-" Bree turned around, stopping short when she saw my face. "Why do you look like you're about to slaughter me alive?"
"Because I'm so angry." I chucked my things on the bed for emphasis, before pointing to the huge purple-red mark marring my neck and perfectly soft skin.
Her eyes widened throwing her hand to her mouth, stifling a giggle. Of course she would laugh.
"Oh my god!" She said through giggles. "Did Mason give you that?"
"Yes!" I was totally confused. Why did she find this so funny?
"I'm sorry, but I've never seen him claim his mark on a girl before. He usually fucks them and leaves them." She was still laughing, but more in astonishment at her new revelation. "He likes you! He likes you!" She sang, dancing round the room.
Shaking my head, I turned to get dressed. It was the last thing I wanted to hear come out her mouth regarding Mason Leighway. Or was it?
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"Come on, spill the beans."
I looked over at Bree as we walked through the shopping centre, she wanted to talk about it here?
"I know! let's go in here." She pointed to a lingerie shop. "Great place to talk about what happened." She winked and laughed as she sauntered through the store.
"I'll wait here." I shouted. I'd never once brought 'sexy' underwear, and I didn't want to start. I had no reason to anyway.
"No way, You're coming in." she dragged me through the door, past rows and rows of lingerie until we reached the back of the store. "Now, these are cute. And we can try them on." she pointed to a sheer lace dress-looking outfit. "It's a teddy. Cute right?"
It was cute. But I had no reason to buy it, so what was the point?
"Try it on! Please!" She begged, shoving it into my chest.
I took one more look at it and thought, why not? What was the harm? If it kept her off my back then I'd do anything.
"Fine" I whined, rolling my eyes.
"Yay!" She squealed! "I'm trying all of this" she picked up several different outfits and left to go in the changing rooms.
Couldn't be too bad, right?
Once I'd tried the pink teddy on, Bree started asking questions. I looked at myself in the mirror and actually felt sexy. It fit perfectly and the colour matched my skin tone too.
"So, what happened then?" She shouted over the dressing room door.
I explained everything. From the kiss she almost caught to the one in the corridor. She didn't understand why I was turning him down, but I couldn't tell her.
"So let me get this straight, he kissed you - twice -" she emphasised on the word twice. "- and you made him leave?"
I was glad I couldn't see the shock on her face, but I could hear it instead.
"Why are you so shocked by this? I don't see the problem with what I did." I did. That kiss was perfect.
I was about to strip back into my clothes when I heard something.
"Why are we in here anyway? It's a lingerie store, Jason." That familiar deep voice sounded outside the dressing rooms and I froze. What was he doing in here?!
"I want to buy something for Bree, she loves stuff like this."
A knock on my dressing room door made me jump. I was so focused on waiting to hear Masons voice again. "Victoria?" Bree whispered. "Did you hear that?"
I opened the door wide, forgetting I had the tiny little outfit on. "Yes, what if they-"
Eyes wide, face frozen, body stuck in place. Mason was staring at me from the mirror in front of us. Oh. My. God. "Ahh" I screamed, slamming the door shut and collapsing against it. I couldn't believe what just happened. He actually saw me half naked. I took one glance at the mirror beside me and noticed how much you could actually see through the sheer material. He'd seen everything. "Oh fuck" I cried to myself.
"Victoria, what's wron- oh!" She paused. "Hi Mason." I could see the awkward expression on her face without having to look.
This was a nightmare.

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The Rainbow at the end of my storm
Teen FictionCan Victoria finally find the rainbow at the end of her storm? Victoria and Mason take each other on an adventure where they discover the meaning of true love and happiness, reaching highs they've never climbed before. ...