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Chapter 14: Step 2| How To Show Confidence

Step 2| How To Show Confidence

"You know sometimes I have a feeling your making this stuff up!" I said, lying on the chair my legs propped one arm my back resting on the other.

"I am!" Triston exclaimed, I stared at him dumbfounded "What! Do you really expect me to do this as an everyday job!?"

Well he does have a point there, but how the hell am I gonna "show confidence" that's surely impossible.

"How do you expect people walk around like their royalty"

True, true.

"Okay! Sheesh but how do you expect this to feel confident! I already feel body conscious" pointing to my high-waisted short shorts and tube top. It's true, the scorching sun mixed with wind somehow makes me cold, since I've never worn anything this showy before.

"Come on! Imagine your walking with a sign. written "I'm way better than you" plastered on you." he suggested.

"That's kinda awkward plus I hate attention, and I'm pretty sure all their reading is "look slut coming your way free butt oogling" I don't want people to think I'm a slut" I answered, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Puh leaze! I've seen worse than that, your actually dressed like a virgin compared to sluts I've dated. Also they got a way nicer butt" Triston replied, looking at my apparently unworthy butt.

"manwhore" I muttered under my breath.

"You know I can hear you perfectly fine, Red!" he chimed, walking to the bathroom in his apartment.

Yes if it wasn't obvious enough I was staying at his apartment still. I have a feeling my parents are having a search party right now, freaking out if I was either kidnapped or raped.

A few minutes later Triston came out and lied on the sofa opposite the chair I'm lying own.

"You know what if we give you some shades, since it's sunny out, people won't know it's you and it'll feel more comfortable" he said, passing me a pair of Raybans.

"Good idea! Is the bathroom like your brainstorm center or something" I joked.

He smirked "why yes! Yes it is" he answered, coolly. (actually I'm the same idk I just get better ideas there, I tthink of New books there, I think even for this one)

"Dude, your just hands down weird" I said, raising my hands and slowly bringing it down.

He shrugged. "Try it see for yourself, it might actually help you out with your thoughts" he answered, throwing a pillow on the sofa and catching it etheir with his arms or hands.

"I'll think about it, that's not considered a yes okay!"

"Fine whatever you say, your choice not mine, but I'll promise you it'll help one day."

"Whatever let's just go already I feel like walking now, sitting around is giving me a pain in the butt."

"TMI, but sure more publicity I guess" he answered, standing up and stretched upwards his shirt rising up showing off a part of his rock hard abs and his American Apparel underwear (*wiggling eyebrows* any 5SOS fans, I just love "She Looks So Perfect" the first song I ever knew by 5SOS)

I placed on the shades "how do you know there's paparazzi?" I asked, then stood from my position.

"They're always around, and I usually keep bodyguards nearby. If they get any closer, they won't even at least get a single picture." He answered, unlocking the door and opening it letting me go through first.