Chapter 5
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"So you two slept together, nothing more?" I don't know why I told Victoria this. She has asked me this same question at least twenty times now. It is really starting to annoy me and the worse way possible.
"Correct. I didn't even know he was in the bed with me until I woke up this morning." she eyes me as if she doesn't believe what I'm telling her. "It's the truth."
"Hey no need to get so defensive, I didn't say it wasn't." But it's that look she is giving me.
"Well, action speaks louder than words, just so you know." I dig into my duffel bag, trying to find something to wear tonight. I really need to start unpacking. Shay insisted on us heading out to a club named MDA2. I've heard good and bad things about this place. I didn't want to pass judgment too quickly, I need to see this place for myself. My eyes land on my go-to little black dress a smile grows on my face, as I take it out of the bag. This dress is my lifesaver, she has come in handy on many occasions and tonight will be no different.
"Oh no, you don't." Victoria snatches the dress out of my hand. "You're not wearing this again."
I reach for my dress, but she tosses it out the open bedroom window. I rush to the window seeing my beautiful dress on the fire escape. I try to grab it, but Victoria pulls me back shouting for me to let it go. It is time to give the little black dress a rest. I couldn't, she meant everything to me on club nights and social gatherings.
I sigh in defeat and she takes that as I'm giving in. I reached for the dress bringing it back into the apartment. I tucked it in my duffel bag and glared at her. "What the hell is your problem?"
"You and that dress. Why do you still have that thing?" she looks at my duffel bag with disgust.
"Because I love that dress. I love how it makes me feel." Wholesome.
"Yeah, you love how it makes you feel? I think you feel pretty basic and dull in that dress."
"Rather that than slutty, but that's more of a personal problem for you." I wink at her.
"At least I get off at the end of those nights." She retorts.
"Hey so do I." Barely. I don't like to pick up random guys from the club. I've done it twice and both times did not go as plan. The first guy had a serious foot fetish and I hate feet. He would talk to my feet and tell them how much he can't wait to feel them on his p***s. I don't think I moved quick enough out of his house. I refused to give him a footjob.
The second guy I don't even want to talk about it.
"Look," Victoria says rummaging in another one of my duffel bags, and pulls out a royal blue, spaghetti strap sequins dress. "How about this one?" I haven't worn that dress yet. I received it from my mother over the summer. She said and I quote, "You don't have enough dresses, Avery. You can't live in T-shirts and denim your whole life." I can certainly try though.
"Umm...sure." I don't know how the dress fits. I just threw it in my closet once I got it.
"What you don't like it?" She questions, handing it over to me.
"I haven't tried that dress on, my mother got this for me." I take it from her.
Victoria flops back on my bed as I had to the bathroom to try on the dress. It fit like a glove and the plunging neckline. I need to know what my mother had in mind when she purchased this. I love it, but I didn't think she would buy this. I look at myself and the mirror, even turn around to look back at it. I step out of the bathroom, going back into the room.
"How do I look?"
She sits upon the bed. "Holy baby mochi , if you weren't my best friend, we would definitely be making use of this bed."
"So I take it you like it," I roll my eyes. "And don't say things like that, it's gross when it comes from you."
"You secretly love the dirty talk." she winks, standing up. "We should really get going soon. Are you going to put on makeup or do something to your hair?"
"Just a little mascara, eyeliner, and lip balm should do the trick for tonight."
"I don't understand why you don't like make-up and what about your hair?" she eyes the top of my head. I run my fingers through my hair, it still had some bounce to it from earlier today and it still looks decent.
"This is fine."
Victoria makes a face but doesn't say anything.
"Is it a problem?" I tilt my head to the side.
Vicky rolls her eyes walking out the room, flipping me the bird. I look myself once over in the mirror. I didn't look so bad, hell I don't look bad at all. Right? I run my fingers through my hair and blow a kiss at myself. Tonight is about going on and having fun with the girls, not looking desirable to the horny guys that will be out on the prowl tonight.
"Ave, let's go!" Vicky shouts.
"I thought we had some time to spare?" I grab my purse, stuffing my phone, lip balm, and gum.
"Well no. Since you are going like that we should leave now, get some good seats at the ba--"
My eyebrows draw together. "Vicky? Is everything okay?"
"You're a sight for sore eyes." I tense. That voice just makes my skin crawl. I slowly turn around with a look of disgust on my face.
"Piss off Avery." I nudge him out the way.
"Don't be like that roommate," he shouts after me and I keep walking,
"Let's go, Vicky," I roll my eyes exiting the apartment. One more day to go is all I tell myself, over and over.
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