"Sorry, Alex." He picks up my bag and hands it to me. I take it quickly and hold it to my chest. "It's fine. My fault entirely." I don't look him in the eyes. He smiles and leans against the wall, blocking my path. "Didn't like your own cloths?" He looks me up and down. I would have explained, but he had asked so confidently, sarcastically and rudely that my temper flared a little. "Nope. Didn't think they would flatter my figure." Which was a total lie. These cloths made me look like a was having a laid back day, where my cloths made me look nice. "Thought so. And you're right they do flatter your figure more." He says roughly in my ear as he walks by "So much more.." He chuckles " Revealing." My face goes deathly pale. He saw. And then I blush deeply and make a dash for my room. When I reach it, I close the door and vow to never come out again. Never. My first day here and I was already wearing another boy's cloths and having another boy see me without a bra on. I put my head in my hands. How freak'n embarrassing was that? "Well well well.... back so soon?" I jerk my head up and see I've entered the wrong room. I walked right into Lance's room. I had been so busy keeping my head low and holding my bag to my chest that I walked into the wrong room. Could this day get any worse?
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