Chapter 5

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Luckily Harry leaves so me and Zayn can discuss the party, I need more details.

"Where is the party? Is it within walking distance?" I ask him as I align my books on the shelf into alphabetical order. It's a habit.

"It's technically a frat party, at one of the biggest frat houses here, it's right off campus so we won't be walking but Niall will pick us up." he tells me and I am grateful it won't be Harry, even though I know he will be there somehow riding with him seems unbearable. Why is he so rude? If anything he should be grateful that I am not judging him for the way he has destroyed his body with holes and tattoos. Maybe I am judging him a little, but not to his face at least. It is just that I was raised in a home where tattoos and piercings are not expectable, I always had to have my hair combed, my eyebrows plucked, and my clothes clean and ironed. It is just the way it is.

"Did you hear me?" Zayn says and laughs.

"Sorry.. what?" I hadn't realized my mind has wandered.

"I said lets get ready, you can help me pick my outfit." he says. The clothes he picks out are so inappropriate that I keep looking around for a hidden camera and someone to jump out and tell me it is a joke, I cringe at each one and he laughs, obviously finding my disgust humorous. 

"Did your tattoos hurt?" I ask him as I pull out my outfit.

"The first one sort of did, but not as bad as you would think. It's almost like a bee stinging you over and over." He shrugs. Ouch.

"That sounds terrible" I tell him and he laughs. It occurs to me that he probably finds me as strange as I find him.

"You're not really wearing that are you?" He gapes at my outfit.

"What is wrong with my outfit?"

I try to hide how offended I am. 

"Nothing.. it's just that you can wear something better for a party?" he says.

"Well, i don't know what you people wear for parties but i like my outfit , isn't it pretty enough?." I defend my outfit.

"It is pretty, I just think it's a little too simple for a party, you could borrow something of mine?" He offers and I laugh.

"No thanks, I am fine wearing this." I tell him.

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