"What the hell am I suppose to wear?" I asked Britt as we were walking out the school gates.

"Something sexy." She laughed. I almost swallowed the whole apple core I was chewing on as she said that.

"So like skinny jeans and a loose top?" She stifled a laugh, patting me on the shoulder dryly.

"No, like a revealing dress." She answered in a 'dahh' motion.

"Jeans and top can be sexy." I muttered. "Just pull the shirt down a little lower." I laughed.

"You've never been to a party before have you?" I shrugged.

"I've read about them, and they don't seem like a good time for me." I answer honestly.

"Well ok, you're coming shopping with me then." Britt spoke dragging me to her little Suzuki swift.

"Do I have a choice?" I groaned sitting in the passenger seat.

Seriously I still have time, I could jump out the door and run for it, I doubt Britt could catch me.

"No." She spoke stubbornly.

I hate shopping.

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