“Maya, get to the dining table for dinner,” I heard my mother shout from the kitchen, and nodded before I could stop myself. I should be talking. I mused, my eyes unable to leave the outfit that Naomi had finally settled on, the outfit I will be wearing for tomorrow’s classes. I still found the whole stuff overwhelming.
The outfit consisted of a black crop top, an oversized blue jean jacket and baggy black striped denim jeans. I would be rocking it with Noami’s chunky boots. And this attire sufficed because I had refused to wear anything tight like the short skirt she had brought out or the tiny pants that had hugged every curve I owned.
I didn't want Adam thinking that I was dressing up because of him. But was that notion unavoidable, especially since the whole school knew of my wardr
