Sorry I'm a day late, guys! I'm sure you know how it is mid-semester...

Don't worry, there will be another chapter up tomorrow :)

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"Please tell me you're not wearing that top," Lena judges, eyeing my outfit.

"What do you mean?"

"It looks like something my grandma would wear."

"I love this top!" I defend. It's dark blue, decorated with small red love hearts.

"It's cute, but not for a date."

"Then what should I wear?"

"Something... sexy."

"I thought this was sexy."

"The skirt is, but we need to fix this top. I swear, your style is so... Mona Vanderwall."

She ducks into the wardrobe, mumbling to herself. I've already dumped most of my clothes onto my bed in my attempt to find an outfit, but apparently, it wasn't enough. The skirt i'm wearing is a light blue denim shade, with silver buttons down the front.

"Put this on," Lena says, returning to the room. She holds up a white t-shirt. It's plain, but pretty low cut.

"Isn't that too boring?" I ask.

"Not if you wear it with a necklace."

She hands me the shirt, and heads towards the bathroom. Moments later, she returns with a small silver chain.

"Go on," she smiles. "Get changed. I'll pick out your shoes."

I do as she says, tossing my old shirt onto my bed and replacing it with the white one. The necklace she brought me is one of hers. It has a cute little charm in the shape of a cats face.

"Alright," she breathes, tossing me a pair of brown booties.

"Are you done now?" I ask, slipping them on.

"I think so," she hesitates. "What do you think?"

Even though I'm not wearing the top I wanted, I still feel comfortable. It's still me, it's just a little low cut, and a bit see-through. Okay, so it's a bit sluttier than my usual style, but I can work with it. To finalise my look, I add a brown nude lipstick, and pull my hair into a ponytail.

"I like it," I say.

"Perfect! Are you ready to go?"

"Is it too late to cancel? I can always say-."

"Go," Lena urges, pointing to the door. "He'll be here any minute."

"Are you sure? I could probably-."

"Sarah!"

"Fine," I grumble. "But if the date sucks, I'm blaming you."

I walk out of our room, expecting the rest of the apartment to be empty. Owen has a job as a personal trainer at the gym, which is where he is most of the time. And Tyler, well, I never really know where he is. Except for right now.

Both the boys are in the kitchen. Owens sitting at the breakfast bar, drinking some kind of green juice. Tyler is behind the counter, holding a can of beer. They're both shirtless.

"Damn, Sarah, you look good," Owen smirks at me.

"You think so? I don't know about this top," I respond.

Lena snickers. "You should've seen the other one she was wearing. She looked like a total prude."

"I did not! I love that top."

"It's not date appropriate."

"And this one is? It's kind of see-through."

"No, trust me," Owen says. "You look hot."

"See?!" Lena urges.

"Fuck Christian. I should be the one taking you out."

"Owen!" I scold. "You can't say that!"

"Why not?"

"It's.., it's... inappropriate," I excuse. "Christian will be here any second."

"So? I'd make you much happier than he ever could."

"Are you... messing with me?"

"Maybe," he smirks. "But you'll never know."

I try to analyse his expression, but I can't figure out if he's serious or not. I can't figure out if I want him to be serious or not.

"Alright, can you stop hitting on my best friend? She doesn't need your mixed signals," Lena objects.

Maybe I could set Lena up with a nice guy. She doesn't want a relationship, but I could work on my wing woman skills and help her pick up guys. She definitely doesn't need my help, but if she ever asked, I'd like to think I'd be just as supportive for her as she is for me.

"I'm just saying," Owen shrugs. "If things don't work out, I'm single."

"I'll keep it in mind," I laugh.

I have to admit, Owen is attractive. He's hot. He's not perfect, model-beautiful, like Christian, but he doesn't have to be. Christian is more of a 'pretty boy', while Owen is more... like an average person. He's the kind of guy you'd see in public, and not be afraid to approach.

If you saw Christian in public, you'd think he'd been photoshopped. You'd think he's out of your league. As for Tyler... well... he's a whole other species of boy.

If he didn't have such a bad attitude, Tyler would be attractive, too. But in a more rugged, manly, type of way. He's intriguing and mysterious. He's the kind of guy you'd see in public, and avoid. Unless you're interested in bad boys. Then he's the guy for you.

I glance over at him, but he's just glaring at me.

The sound of my phone ringing snaps me out of my thoughts. I grab it out of my bag. It's a text from Christian.

"He's downstairs," I say.

"What? He's not coming up?" Lena scowls.

"Apparently not."

"I'd walk up four flights of stairs for you," Owen smirks.

"Oh, shush!" I chuckle. "I have to go."

"Keep your phone on you and I'll call you in an hour to make sure you're alright," Lena tells me. "Text me if anything happens."

"I will," I nod. "I'll see you later."

"Bye, Sarah! Don't have too much fun!" Owen calls.

I laugh at him, walking out of the door. Owen is great to be around. He's been bickering a bit with Lena the past few days, but it's never been serious. At least, Lena told me it hasn't bothered her.

By the time I've made it to the parking lot, I've spotted Christian. He's leaning against a sleek silver car, smiling at me. This is the first time I've seen him in his casual, everyday clothes. And he looks good. He really is a pretty boy. His hair is tied up in a bun on the top of his head, and he's wearing plain blue jeans and a green Stussy shirt. He's even wearing some expensive looking sneakers.

"Wow," he grins. "You look amazing."

"Thank you! So do you."

"Aw, you're cute," he chuckles. "Ready to get going?"

"Sure," I nod.

"Hop in."

I do as he says, sliding into the passenger side of the vehicle. The seats are leather, and it's strangely clean. Even Lena's car has some dirt on the floor, but not Christian. It's spotless.

"What kind of car is this?" I ask.

"BMW M3."

"Is it new?"

"Nah, I just cleaned it."

How the hell can he afford a car like this? He may work at a bar, but he has to have money from somewhere. I could never afford a car like this. Lena and Owen are trust fund kids and even they couldn't afford this car.

"I know what you're thinking," he laughs. "I didn't steal the car."

"That's not what I was thinking!"

"It's okay if you did. Most college students don't drive cars like this. My parents actually gave it to me as a graduation gift."

"Lucky you," I respond.

"Yeah, I am pretty lucky. They're good people."

"I can imagine," I nod. "What do they do?"

"They own a car dealership."

"Ah," I nod. That explains it.

"I can definitely hook you up with a good deal if you like."

"Uhm, no thanks. I'm good."

"You already have a car?"

"No, I don't really need one."

"What? Everyone needs a car!"

"I prefer walking."

"Well," he raises his eyebrows. "You're one special girl."

I'm an uncomfortable girl.