𝑇𝐸𝑀𝑃𝐸𝑆𝑇

Chapter 6

I wait patiently, sitting on the edge of my bed as Jack greets his mother and enters the house. He knocks on my door and opens it immediately after, not waiting for an answer. "I come bearing gifts."

"Hey, I could've been naked." I say and cross my arms, glaring at him. "Only if I was lucky," he winks at me. "Your gross. Did you get my stuff?" He rolls his eyes, "You make me sound like a junkie." He reaches in the plastic grocery bag and pulls out two box hair dyes. Fuck yes.

"Care to inform me why exactly you want to dye your hair black?" I roll my eyes at him. "I've been thinking about it for a while and what better time than now? I need a big change."

Part of the reason was that I didn't want to look like my whore of a mother for a second longer, though I'd always be burdened with her green/hazel eyes.

Jack disappears into the guest bathroom and pops his head out after a few seconds. "You coming or what?" I laugh and shake my head. He is a damn good friend.

"You thought I was gonna let you do this alone? Bitch please." He grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom with him.

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About two hours later we have finally managed to cover my entire head of hair with the black hair dye, there is even some left over, which surprises me. Jack looks at the leftover dye, then at me with a mischievous smile.

I groan, "What do you have planned?" He pouts, "I thought maybe you could put a strip of black in my hair, so we could match." My eyes light up and a huge grin appears on my face. "Fuck yes."

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I look in the mirror and hardly recognize the girl standing in front of me. I look sort of exotic. The dark hair contrasts well with my light eyes and tan(ish) skin.

"Holy fuck." Jack says from behind me. I grab at my hair self-concisely. "That looks fucking incredible." I grin and give him a spin, "doesn't it?" He winks at me, "I meant mine, but yours is ok too." I know he is joking but I still give him a shove.

Jack's hair looks incredible as well. We decided to dye the bottom half of his hair black, and leave the rest of it red. It looks fucking sick.

Jack puts an arm around me, "you know what this means?" I shake my head "nope, enlighten me." He drags me out of the bathroom. "We're going shopping."

I've never I minded going shopping. But usually the only stores I can afford are second hand. Needless to say, I am a bit overwhelmed as we walked through the shiny doors of the South Spring shopping mall.

Jack gives me a serious look, "First stop, Tilly's. Are you in?" I grin at him, "I am so in." He leads me through the giant maze of stores like he lives here. Which he practically does, Jack is a shop-a-holic if I've ever met one.

We finally reach the large yellow sign reading Tillys and we enter, "Ok I'm going to men's, call me when you need to try on so you can hear my fabulous input." I smile at him, "of course."

I pick up a few things as I browse through the endless amount of racks in the women's section: two pairs of distressed boyfriend jeans, a few graphic tees, and an adorable black and red plaid school girl skirt.

Who woulda thought I would be so into black and red plaid? I call Jack to let him know that I've reached and probably exceeded the amount of clothes I am able to buy with my dwindling bank account. Thankfully, he has finished too and agrees to meet me at the women's dressing room.

The attendant at the women's dressing room gives Jack an incredulous look, "This is the women's dressing room, the men's is across the store." I grab Jack's arm and squeeze, signaling for him to play along.

"You see, this is my brother, Jack, he has this condition where his mental age is actually around the age of a toddler. Trust me, you wouldn't want me to leave him alone in the store." Jack proves my point by pretending to tug on my arm and reach for something high on a shelf, he grabs at it and misses, causing everything to crash to the floor in front of us. "Oops" he says with a boyish smile.

The attendant rolls her eyes and hands me a key for the changing room, "whatever." She says, obviously annoyed that she has to clean up the mess Jack just made.

Jack laughs as we enter the dressing room, "You're crazy." I wink at him, "Eh, you love it."

Neither pair of jeans I picked out prove to impress me. They end up being more like skinny jeans around the leg, though they fit slightly large around the waist.

Fuck my thick thighs. The skirt -however- ends up being my favorite find of the shopping trip. "Damn Temp, you look hot." I strike a pose and he laughs, "I think I'm in love with this skirt." I check myself out in the mirror. The skirt hits at the very top of my thigh, fitting tight on my ass before flaring out in short pleats. I look badass.

Jack ends up buying a few pair of jeans and a few graphic tee shirts as well. "Okay, let us continue." My brows knit together,

"Dude I'm probably completely broke by now." The skirt was definitely on the expensive side, though it was worth it, and the tee shirts weren't cheap either. "I got you babe don't worry." I cross my arms and shake my head, I hate when people pity me. "You can pay me back later." I roll my eyes, knowing that he would never let that happen.

The next store we enter is very different from the last. It's super fancy and expensive looking. I can't read the name of the store, it looks as if it's in French.

Jack leads me straight to the dress section in the back of the store. I take a look at one of the price tags and I feel a wave of nausea come over me. "Five hundred dollars? Are you fucking kidding me?" I glare at Jack.

He waves a hand in my direction, dismissing me. "Chill. My moms got it covered." I plant my feet and shoot daggers at him. "No way, you are not spending five hundred dollars on a fucking dress." He tugs out an absolutely gorgeous emerald green dress. "Hey look this ones only four fifty." He winks and shoves it in my arms. I try to hand it back to him but he hides his arms behind his back. Asshole.

"Yes, we would like a dressing room please." He is speaking to a sophisticated looking attendant who doesn't seem to care that Jack would be in the changing room with me.

"Here you are," she says in a melodious tone. Jacks stares at me, "Put it on." "No." "Yes." "No." "Please. For me?" I give in to his pleading tone. "Fine but you're not buying it."

He smiles discreetly, "okay." I slip on the silky material and can't help but gawk at my reflection. The material is so light I can barely feel it against my skin. The dress hits mid thigh with a tight, but not constricting fit. To top it off, it has a plunging neckline that accentuates my large d-cups.

Jack clears his throat, "Uhm we're getting it." His tone is firm and I know arguing with him would do no good. He is getting it whether I like it or not. And honestly, I couldn't bring myself to argue with him because I was too busy gawking at my own reflection.