The Book Trader

Chapter One: "R"

A few nights a week in our Sophomore year and part of our Jr. year she would sneak out and come here. Hannah and I had only had gone clubbing a few times that she came here. When she would sleepover she would sometimes leave some of her stuff behind. She must have forgotten it here and I must have washed it without noticing and hung it up in my closet.

"That's one of Hannah's old dresses." I said as I broke out of my old memories.

"Oh." Jenna said, probably thinking of the memories with Hannah.

"Well, I think she would want you to wear it."

"Are you shur? I feel like I'm trying to be Hannah, and stepping into her shoes. Well actually stepping into her dre-"

I suddenly had her dress shoved into my face and Jenna pushing me backwards, I could see that Taylor came out and Jenna pushed me into my bathroom.

"Oh, just put it on! It won't hurt anyone! When your done Taylor will do your makeup when your done."

"Okay, fine. I'll put it on. But Makeup?"

I never wear makeup. I could do mascara, but I just can't get the eyeliner even. Ah! The struggles!

After a few minuets, I had the dress on.

"Hey, Taylor. I'm ready for you."

Taylor went into the bathroom, along with a chair as if we were at a salon. She did my eyes into smoky eyes and did the rest of my face. After an hour and a half she was done. With my long blond hair, I looked hotter.

I opened the door. All four of them looked in aw. I went over to my mirror and looked at my self. I didn't see myself, I saw Hannah. I then looked down at my body. I was still myself. It wasn't Hannah who was in the mirror. It was still me.

When Hannah and I would go somewhere together people would ask us 'are you twins?' I think I believe that now.

"Oh my-." Jenna broke the flow of silence.

"God." Carlie took Jenna's words right out of her mouth.

"I look like her, don't I?" I said looking into the mirror. "I look like Hannah."

"Yah." They all agreed.

"I don't know how she could wear this. It's too tight and too short. I feel like a hooker in this." I complained, trying to pull down the bottom of the dress.

"Come on it's not that short. Trust me, I have worn shorter." Jenna said crossing her arms.

"Okay. Now you need shoes." Jenna said as she went over to my closet again. "Here wear these." Jenna had handed me a pair of black heals that I haven't worn and my red leather jacket.

"Are you serious?" I asked. "I have never worn those shoes. I'm going to get terrible blisters. Those things are going to kill me. Literally. I honestly don't know why I bought them."

"Well sometimes you have to suffer to be beautiful." Jenna said.

"I think I disagree with that."

"Wow."

"Okay, so are we going to the club or not?"

"Yah. Come on."

We all went to the back of the shop and we all piled into Jenna's Camaro. It was a tight ride, but at least we had a ride. When e got towards the club Carlie asked, "Hey do we all have our ID's?"

We all then said "Yah." At the same time in unison. We found a perfect spot about a block away. We then started to walk towards the club.

**

We had gotten into the club, people we dancing drunkenly and some more like higher then fu**k.

"Hey, Page. Why don't you get us drinks? You look older then us."

Mandy asked.

"Is that that complement or an insult?" I asked laughing.

"Shur. Whatever."

I walked over to the bar, I could see that there where a lot of people ordering, so I just sood there waiting patiently. I looked over at ether end of the bar so that some creapy guy wouldn't be hitting on me. To my surprise, no.

I saw a guy at the end of the counter, sitting on a stool, drinking a glass of beer. No, he wasn't drinking his beer, he was sipping it. He wasn't like the rest of the people. He wasn't crazily dancing, I could tell he wasn't drugs or drunk because I know how Hannah and her friends would act like. He then cought my gaze. His eyes looked wonderful. Eyes that I have never see before like his. He had hazal eyes, mostly showning golden brown.

He's different. Not like the rest of the people here. He was wearing cloths like Frank Iero. He had tatoos going up his arms.

"Excuse me?" The bartender asked, sending out of my thoughts.

"Oh, sorry." I said as Taylor came up to me to help me with the drinks.

"I'll have two sex on the beaches, one margaritas, and some of your best whisky."

**

We all where sitting at our booth, just laughing and trying to talk over the music. A young tall guy walked over to us and sat down a glass bottle of beer right infrount of me.

"Excuse me? I didn't order this." I was cofused. This has never happened before.

'What if someone knows I have a fake?'

"That's because someone already payed for it. Could I see your ID?"

I gave him the ID and he looked at it with an agreed face. He gave me it back and open the cap of the bottle, he sat it down with the cap on the side. The bartender had then walked away, going back to work.

The cap was different. I picked it up to 'inspect' it, it was strange. On the face of it was a single letter, it was the letter "R". It wasn't printed, it wasn't perfectly indented, the way that the "R" was made, it looked like it was made by a key (or something).

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Hey guy's! It's Bailey! Hope y'all liked the NEW book! We are doing something different. I yet have to figure out the plot, If you have a suggestion and I like it, I'll put it in one of the chapters and I WILL give you credit for it. How did you like the chapter? Could you guess who bought Page the drink?

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