Strings of Fate

7th String: Premonitions and Warnings

And, Leonel isn't the only one who'd been kept secrets from. Armand and I were too! He didn't have to exaggerate. Everyone didn't know anything. Well, except the teachers and the principal. Either way, Natalie's world doesn't revolve around him. He should also think and see things in her perspective.

"Hey, Alex! Wait!" I heard Natalie call, I was about to turn around, but I haven't even reached 180 degrees, she was already there, smirking. "Surprised?"

I just rolled my eyes at her and waved her off. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just go and shop!" I squealed excitedly. "I can't wait for you to try those outfits on!"

She raised an eyebrow in amusement. "So that's what your goal is all along?"

I rolled my eyes at her. "No. Of course, I need to buy clothes for Armand and myself-"

"Uh-huh." She snorted. "You hate buying clothes for boys."

I huffed. Sometimes it sucks having a friend that knows a lot about you even if you just met a day ago.

"Whatever. Come on, let's go. I want to shop already!"

×Natalie's POV×

"Ugh, Alex. What's up with you wanting me to wear prostitute dresses!?" I yell, pushing the most ridiculous manifestation of a dress away from me. Wait, was it even a dress? It looks like plastic. Red plastic. Quite see through and unbelievably short. It just makes me look like a slutty party girl!!

"Eh," Alex pouted. "I think it would look good on you." She said, making me raise my eyebrow. It looks good on me? What? I don't think it fits me at all!

"It doesn't! I'm going to look like a whore wearing that! And-"

"Whoa, easy there, tigress," she said, her eyes showing a glint of amusement. "Who said you're going to wear only this?"

"Huh?" I blinked and eased up. So... I would wear something under? "What is the other one?"

"Of course, your underwear." She said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I meant, other than those." I huffed. Seriously? That was already given!

"None. Under wears and this."

I groaned. "I don't want to wear that absurd excuse of a dress! It looks like just a sewed transparent fabric! It does not look like a dress!"

"Oh... But you'll look lovely in that dress, Natalie.." Armand butt in and wiggled his brows suggestively. I glared at him and he laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "Hey! I was kidding!"

I rolled my eyes at him and turned around, searching for a new dress. No way in hell am I wearing that stupid fabric. I gotta find a replacement for that dress or I'll become an involuntary slut. Duh. She will absolutely make me look like one. She said things about curves and showing them off because they're a blessing. Ew. Like I would agree to that.

I continued brushing the fabrics--meaning, those stupid slutty dresses--aside until I found something.

"Whoa," I whispered, amazed. This dress is amazing!

"Hey, Nats, what did you--wow!" I heard Alex say. I turned around and showed her the dress, grinning. She will absolutely like this. How am I so sure? Because even I, a person who despises dresses with a passion, approve of it. Anyway, even if she doesn't, I don't care. I will wear this dress whether she likes it or not. Like, duh! I'm the one who's gonna wear things, not her! "What about this one?"

She held her chin with her right hand, her other arm crossed, as if scrutinizing the dress. "Hmm... not too short nor too long, just an inch above the knee...violet...elegant...Quite sexy.. yep," she looked at me and beamed. "It's perfect!"