Not That Girl

Chapter 6

Thursday 04:00pm

'Well that sucked balls.'

I smiled at Emily as she sprawled across her bed, 'What class did you have?'

'Math.'

'Ha, I've got you beat, AP Math.'

'Why're you in AP classes? Wait, what other AP classes do you take?'

'AP English to go with Journalism and AP Science.'

'Why're you taking science?'

'It's interesting and I'm only doing the bio part not Physics, that sucks.'

'Michael does AP bio.' She waggled her eyebrows.

'And hates me. Anything else?'

'He doesn't hate you.'

'You don't think? Did William say something.'

'Sort of. I think Willly likes me though.'

I snickered, 'And how much does he like you calling him Willy?'

'Absolutely hates it.'

'Ah ha.'

'So, what're you wearing for the frat party tonight.'

'I have no idea, you?'

'White strapless cropped bralett top with a pink skirt and my black flats.'

'How long is the skirt?'

'Ends just above my knee.'

'Hold on.' I quickly searched through my closet and found an old denim jacket with the sleeves torn off. 'Wear it over the bralett so it's a bit more modest but uh, don't button it up.'

'Thanks.' She looked a little surprised, 'Can I help you with your outfit?'

'Sure, I was thinking of wearing this.' I held up a black tank top with "Rebel Union" Scrawled across the front and the bottom half shredded so it hung in strips.

'Cute.'

'I got a belly ring just before college started and I wanna show it off.'

'Well, I have an idea, you're all sarcastic and feisty. Why don't you dress like it?'

'What're you thinking?'

'Black leather jeans.'

'No way.'

'Way, now put 'em on.' She threw the black fabric at me.

I grumbled and squeezed myself into the tight pants, they showed off every bit of me like a second skin. Turning away from Emily I put on a push up bra (the only one I own) and my black shredded tank.

Emily changed and curled her hair to perfection while I just yanked the pony tail out of mine and shook my head like a dog. Classy right?

Emily did some crazy flawless make up that made me want to possibly learn to use the stuff but it looks like too much hard work so I made her do my face. I wouldn't let her put concealer on me so she muttered about my stubborn-stupid-side while giving me scary cat eyes and soft red lips.

'Thanks.' I said slipping on a ton of different bangles up my left wrist and zipping up a pair of black studded high heeled boots.

'Sure and, uh, you look like a hotter, taller version of you.'

'Really?'

'Yeah, and like really badass. If I wasn't already your friend I'd probably be scared of you.'