A sick expression pulls on my face as I attempt to wipe the asshole's odor from my skin. I bring my hand to my nose and I almost pass out.
Eww!
I am smelling like him now, and it's so disgusting. The stench of alcohol makes me feel sick to the stomach and I wonder how the guy lives with himself.
"You okay?" Bri asks me, shooting the guy a murderous glare and I nod. "Let's go then."
I let my eyes scan around, as I follow her and I notice that most of the girls here are scarcely dressed. I silently thank Bri for pushing me to change into this dress, I would be sticking out like a porcupine in a nudist colony in the long floral skater dress that I so wanted to wear.
But even in my shortest dress, somehow, I am still one of the few girls that are decently dressed.
I train my eyes around
