I swear, I'm not suicidal

16 : s h e r l o c k

I walked over to the wardrobe that Blake had allowed me to use, and checked my very few options. I didn't have a lot of clothes, considering that I don't live here and I only brought whatever my gym bag could carry, which was quite a lot. I brought out some options that were debatable upon.

A black mini skirt with a maroon long sleeved, off-shoulder top, paired with black stilettos.

A tight fitted, three-fourths long sleeved black dress, paired with my silver pumps.

A white fitted t-shirt with high-waisted booty shorts, paired with my white converse.

And that's pretty much all of the slutty party clothes that I had on the moment so I laid my pro's and cons. The first outfit would be pretty suggestive but it might be too revealing for my amazingly cute ass. The second outfit would be the classic go-to party outfit but almost everyone would be wearing it. The last outfit would be a cute casual outfit but it may be too casual.

I chose the first one.

I applied some mascara and lip gloss before leaving the room. I would apply more make-up only if I did have more make-up and only if I had more time. Curse Reece for telling me in such short notice. And curse me for bringing such limited clothes and items. I should come by the house to pick up more stuff.

"Alright, let's go." I said.

Reece's eyes traveled down to my body, making me slightly self-conscious. Did I look fat in these? Oh I hope my fats weren't bulging out. Or maybe my shirt was inside out? Nope, I remembered putting it on the right way. Why can't I just accept that MAYBE I looked a little bit nice? I was going for the slutty look, hoping that I could get laid tonight.

What? I'm a teenage girl with needs, sue me for all I care.

I cleared my throat once again, causing his head to snap up. "Let's go."

He visibly gulped then nodded and we left the apartment.

*~*~*~*

I woke up to the buzzing of my phone under my pillow. Can't a girl sleep without before woken up by her phone?

I groaned and picked up the phone to check the time. 2:48am. Who would be awake at such an ungodly hour? "Hello?" I said with my voice raspy.

"What would you do right now if I said that I was at your doorstep this second?" He said happily.

"I would stab you several times with a knife on your chest for waking me up at quarter to three in the morning." I answered in a sweetly sickening voice.

He chuckled and begged for me to open the door for a good two minutes until I gave in and stood up. He just won because he blackmailed me. Damn him for using my secret against me. I opened the door to see Reece standing there with a maroon t-shirt, black jacket and black pants.

"Why are you here?" I asked his and yawned.

He looks down at my pajamas and smirked. Being the curious bee I am, I looked down at my outfit and my eyes widened. I was wearing pajama shorts and a tank top. I quickly ran into the room and grabbed Blake's hoodie that was incredibly big on me and placed it on. I grabbed some ripped skinny jeans and went out of the room to see Blake leaning with his elbows on the counter.

"Hey." I said while I tied my hair in a messy bun.

He looked at me and frowned. "Is that Dylan's?"