Chapter 2: My Best Friend Thinks I'm Hot
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A knock sounded at my door. I walked from the kitchen to open it up. Only to see my best friends, Marc and Kendra. Both of them are carrying a couple trash bags.
I raised a brow at them.
"This is not a dump." I said with a chuckle.
Marc rolled his eyes, and pushed passed me. Dude has been my best friend since we were kids. He's most of the reason why I moved to the city. We used to live in the country.
Marc is a tall man at 6'8, I know, dumb tall. He has dark brown hair that he keeps styled nicely. His eyes are a deep brown, like the s**t he is full of.
Kendra has been our friend since we moved here. She grew up in the city. Her and Marc I think dated for a few weeks, but decided to stay friends. Which I am extremely greatful for. She has been the only genuine girl friend I have ever had.
Kendra has short blonde hair with streaks of blue, purple, and pink. Her dark blue eyes are hazey right now. She's probably high. Kendra is also a bit shorter than my 5'7 height, and she's a bit skinnier than me.
"We know this isn't a dump silly." Kendra said as she also pushed her way passed me. "More clothes for ya." She said.
My eyebrows shot up in shock. Ever since losing all of that weight, Kendra has been giving me all of her clothes. She comes from money, so she shops almost every other day. I get everything she no longer wants. Thankfully, because her father makes her work at his spa, she gave me a lot of work appropriate clothes.
I didn't think she would give me more though. She's already given me like ten trash bags full of stuff. It took us hours to go through it all.
"This is too much Kendra. I can't accept all of this." I told her.
Kendra completely ignored me as she drug all the bags to my couch. Marc made himself comfortable in my matching chair. Cobweb hopped right up on his lap.
"Your p***y loves me Op." Marc teased.
I made a disgusted face at him.
"Never let those words fall from your lips again." I grumbled.
Marc only laughed at me. I turned back to Kendra, who rolled her eyes. Then she started pulling clothes out of the bags.
Apparently, Kendra sort of organized them this time. I say sort of because, let's face it, you can't get too organized in trash bags. Although, this is more organized than Kendra usually tends to be. Usually, everything is just thrown in. Maybe it won't take us as long this time.
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I was wrong. So wrong. It's already been four hours. Marc ordered a pizza. Kendra joined him while I continued to go through clothes.
"You gotta eat Op." Marc called from my kitchen table.
I turned to huff at him.
"How am I supposed to do that when I have this mountain of clothes to put away?" I asked annoyed.
"Easy, you take a break." Kendra said with her mouthful.
I rolled my eyes at them.
"I don't eat pizza anyways." I mumbled.
"You used to." Marc said.
"Yeah, before you let everyone's stupid opinions get to you after that break up." Kendra added.
I rolled my eyes at them again. They don't understand what it was like for me. The only reason I even decided to go the the gym, and change my eating habits was becasue of my mother. Sure, they know that my mom is an asshole to me, and what she said, but still. They don't get how it is for me. To grow up with a mother who took every opportunity to put me down that she could.
When I was dumped, and my mother found out what really happened.. She told me that I was cheated on because I let myself go. Whatever that means. It's not like I gained a ton of weight when I moved out here. I had pretty much always been the same weight, but whatever she says. I got a long lecture over facetime about how I will never be good enough for this world unless I lost weight. So, I took her advice.
"Your mom isn't going to find out Opal." Kendra said annoyed.
She hates my mother. Along with most people who care about me. Like Marc.
"Exactly. We won't tell on ya Op. Come on, have a piece." Marc said as he waved a piece of pizza in my face.
"One slice won't hurt Opal." Kendra said.
I sighed reluctantly, and walked over to snatch the pizza out of Marc's hand. I aggressively took at bite, and then moaned as I sat down. So good. I missed pizza the most.
"So, what we doing tonight?" Kendra asked.
"Well, I am putting away four trash bags full of clothes. Possibly donating some of them." I said.
Marc laughed.
"Let's go out." Kendra suggested.
"You two can." I said.
"Come on Op, you gotta come out. You haven't been out with us in forever." Marc said.
"Because I am not a club person." I stated.
Marc shook his head.
"You used to be fun. Back in high school. You remember that time that we broke into the school to swim in the pool?" Marc asked.
"No way!" Kendra said excitedly as she looked between the two of us. "You guys did that? You did that Opal?" She asked unbelievable.
I gave her a bored look.
"There were other kids with us." I mumbled.
Marc laughed. "Who? That one chick you were friends with that had a crush on me?" He asked.
"You mean the one you f****d that night?" I asked back.
Marc only shrugged.
"Come on Opal. One night isn't going to hurt. You can let me dress you up. You haven't been out in months." Kendra begged.
She is right, I haven't been out since I started to feel better after my break up. It was only for a couple of hours too. I got sloppy drunk, and sobbed to the bartender about my love life. So embarrassing.
I looked up into Kendra's puppy dog eyes. I smiled as I rolled my eyes at her.
"Fine. I will come out tonight." I said.
"Yay! I have the perfect dress for you to wear!"
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"This is not what I had in mind when you said the perfect dress." I said as I looked myself over in the mirror.
Kendra forced me into a skin tight black dress. It covers my chest, and stops high on my thighs. If I bend over, everyone is getting a show. Especially because I am wearing no underwear or bra. How can you in a dress that has straps for sides?
The sides of the dress as just a bunch of straps. Anyone who looks close enough can tell I have nothing on under it. I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Looking myself over, it doesn't look bad I guess. It does fit me really well. I never thought that I would look good in a dress like this. It makes me feel a bit confident.
Kendra did my makeup too. She winged my eyeliner, and put fake lashes on me. Kendra even put deep red lipstick on my full pouty lips. I really like it.
My hair has been straightened, and placed in a high pony. Kendra said I have the perfect length, and thickness for hair styles like this. She said that I should try more things for work. Maybe she has a point.
"Oh please, you look hot." Kendra boasted.
I smoothed my dress down as I looked in the mirror.
"I don't know.." I said unsure.
"Marc, tell her the dress looks good will ya?" Kendra asked him.
Marc looked up from his phone on my bed. His eyes moved down my body, and back up. I raised a brow at him in waiting.
"You look great Op." Was all he said.
I frowned at him as he turned back to his phone.
"You could have said more than that asshole." Kendra said annoyed.
Marc shrugged. "Opal has been my best friend since diapers. I don't really know what you two want from me." He said.
I guess he has a point. I don't think Marc is hot either, but every single person that has ever laid eyes on him does. So, I see where he is coming from.
"Well, let's get some opinions at the club." Kendra suggested.
"Okay, but we better go now before I chicken out." I said.
"Okay, one more thing." Kendra said.
"What now?" I asked.
"Shoes. Duh." She said.
I rolled my eyes as Kendra rummaged through my closet. I went to my bed to sit next to Marc. Only for him to scoot away without looking up from his phone.
I frowned at him.
"Do I have cooties or something?" I asked.
"Nope." Marc said simply.
"Then what the hell is your problem Marcus?" I asked.
Marc chuckled. "Don't be mad at me because I put space between us." He said.
"I'm not. I'm mad at you because you're acting weird." I said.
"No I'm not." He replied.
I gave him a blank look. That he didn't see because he won't look up from his phone. What is his problem?
"Yes you are. You won't even look at me." I said.
Marc only shrugged.
"Do I look that bad? Geez." I teased.
Marc sighed, and finally looked up from his phone at me.
"Opal, we have been friends forever. I see you as nothing more than a friend, or a sister. I love you dearly." He said.
"Awh." I gushed teasingly.
"So, when I say this, I mean it from the bottom of my heart." He said.
I furrowed my brow at him.
"You look really f*****g hot in that dress, and I don't like it." He told me seriously.
I blinked at him as I felt my face heat.
"Oh." I said.
"I only don't like it because you are my friend. I will never sleep with you, and it sucks that you can look so hot. It makes me feel weird." He said.
I scrunched my face up at him, and I put more space between us.
"You're right, you will never sleep with me. Don't be gross. You're like my brother." I said.
Marc laughed. "Exactly." He said.
"So, should I change?" I asked him.
Marc shook his head. "Guys will be all over you tonight. I'm gonna be busy peeling them off of you." He said.
"Yeah right." I mumbled.
"Yeah right, is right. You will not be peeling anyone off of her." Kendra said.
"Why?" I whined out.
Kendra stomped her foot as she scoffed.
"Becaue Opal, you need to get laid." She said.
"No I don't." I said as my cheeks heated.
Shit, it's like Cobweb told her about our conversation last night. I looked to my cat sitting in Marc's lap. I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Opal, when is the last time you had s*x?" Kendra asked.
I looked away, refusing to answer.
Marc laughed. "You haven't been with anyone since him have you?" He asked.
My face has to be a tomato by now. Still, I refuse to answer. They don't need to know how pathetic my love life is.
"Oh my god! You haven't been with anyone in a year and a half?!" Kendra pracitcally screamed.
"Gee Ken, I don't think they heard you across the street, say it louder." Marc teased her.
Kendra ignored him.
"The last d**k inside you was that piece of scum. You have to get laid now. Rinse your insides of that asshole." She said.
"Ew." Marc mumbled.
"Agreed. Did you have to word it that way?" I asked grossed out.
Kendra rolled her eyes.
"Here." She said as she handed me a pair of black heels. "We call these f**k me pumps."
- Writer
