Four guys connected by family.
Four girls connected by friendship.
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"Dont give me that look." I say, trying to break the eye contact.
"Like what?" He steps closer.
"Like if I ask you to burn this world, you...
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Song: Matargasti🎶
I wasn't even done mourning the tragic loss of my beloved laptop when Mahi barged into my room like a hurricane, holding two dresses as if they were weapons of mass destruction.
"So, which one makes me look like an I-am-way-out-of-your-league girl?" she demanded, practically shoving the fabric in my face.
I squinted at them. One was an emerald satin gown with an off-shoulder cut; the other was a sage green dress with a high neck and delicate net sleeves.
No matter which one she wore, she was going to look drop-dead gorgeous. But, of course, she didn't believe that, which meant I was now her unpaid fashion consultant.
I pointed at the emerald one. "This one. Men will cry."
Mahi grinned, flipping her hair dramatically. "Exactly what I wanted to hear." Then she turned to me. "By the way, what are you wearing?"
Shit.
I hadn't thought that far ahead. Mainly because I wasn't going.
How was I supposed to tell her that I had no interest in attending an event where the main invite was for parents? And well... I didn't have any.
Also, why would I willingly trade my beloved hoodie and sweatpants for a gown that felt like a medieval torture device and heels designed by Satan himself?
So, I did what any rational person would do-I lied.
"Actually, Mahi, I don't feel that well, so... I think I'll just lay low tonight." I gave a fake cough for extra effect.
Mahi froze, her eyes narrowing.
I had approximately three seconds before she attacked.
I ran.
I bolted out of the room, dodging past the chair, jumping over the coffee table, but just as I reached the door-
I was yanked back by my hoodie.
Mahi's grip was unbreakable.
"You little liar!" she screeched, dragging me back with the strength of a wrestler.
"Let me go! I have rights!" I protested, flailing.
Mahi scoffed. "Not in this house, you don't."
Before I could argue, the front door opened, and in walked Amira and Zahra, pausing mid-step to take in the very dramatic scene before them-Mahi holding my hoodie hostage while I flailed around like a caught fish.
Amira raised a brow. "Okay, someone explain. Is she being kidnapped, or...?"
"She's refusing to come to the freshers' dinner," Mahi announced, looking betrayed.
Zahra gasped as if I had committed high treason. "Are you out of your mind?"
I groaned. "Guys, it's a parents-invited event. And well... I don't have any."
