The Good Girls Secret

Chapter 7- The Trip

Michael carefully examines the sign when a grin spreads across his face. He grabs my hand and starts walking.

"Aren't you going to tell me which store we're going to?" I question him, pulling my hand from his grasp.

"You'll see when we get there." He replies shrugging his shoulders.

What is he, my mom? Practically dragging my feet, I follow him until I bump into something hard. My eyes meet Michael's and I realize that we're here.

"Forever Twenty One?" I ask, scrunching my face in disgust.

"Yup. We're going all out or not at all." He retorts then drags me inside.

At first glance I can tell that I'm not going to like these clothes. They're all paper thin and like twenty bucks for one t-shirt.

"What about this?" Michael asks holding up something that won't even cover my stomach.

"Umm, how 'bout no." I spit.

Who would even wear that?

"Okay, you're not being very cooperative." He mutters. "This is how we're going to do it. I'm going to pick out some clothes, you're going to try them on."

"But what if-" he cuts me off.

"No buts, I don't care if you don't like it because you aren't going to like anything."

"Ya got that right." I mumble making him glare at me.

About fifteen minutes later he walks over me plopping probably thirty articles of clothing in my arms.

"Alright, go try these on." He orders but all I can do is stare at the clothes in my arms.

His hands go on my shoulders, then I'm pushed into a dressing room. First I put on a black top that hits just below my belly button paired with a white skirt.

"Do you have something on?" He asks impatiently and I hesitantly open the door.

"Okay, what is this." I yank down on the shirt but it pops right back up.

"It's called I crop top and it looks good."

"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot I was shopping at Sluts R Us." I tell him, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Who even would want to wear this. Hey everyone, look I have a stomach!

"Put it on the yes pile, we're buying it." He commands crossing his arms over his chest.

"This sucks."

Seventeen shirts and thirteen pants later I finally have somewhat of a decent wardrobe. There's only like three things I like, which are the ripped skinny jeans and plain tees.

"Alright, let's go." I hurriedly rush to leave.

"Nuh uh, you need one more thing." He tells me with a smile on his face.

My face turns into one of confusion. "What else do I need? We've been here for two hours, I think I'm good."

"Well, you still need these."