It was already bad enough that someone has mocked me with and without talking, and I seriously didn't want to be on anyone's bad on move-in day. The pixie-girl pulled me to one side and glared at me. She was pretty strong for a person her size to pull a normal-sized girl far.
"You!" She hissed.
"What?" I replied in confusion. It's not like she went to my private academy and made fun of me or something.
"You are coming with me. To somewhere. Somewhere you can fulfill that 'note to self'."
"What?" I repeated, but now in disbelief.
The pixie-girl wanted to take me out panty-shopping on move-in day. That was the strangest thing I've ever encountered. Ever.
"You're in need of new clothes, lad–"
"Bella," I interrupted, telling her my name. I didn't want her to call me random stuff anyways.
She gasped and froze, then shook her head, as if she was pulling herself out of her thoughts. I really hoped she didn't Google me. "You need to change! This is college, lady!" She scolded.
Oh great. I got scolded on move-in day by a swearing pixie? "I'm not going to! It's my problem!" I told her.
"I'm asking you to change your wardrobe, not your personality! Just your fucking wardrobe, Bella!" She replied.
"Okay, you listen here, Pixie–"
"Alice!" She screeched out her name.
"I don't care about your name too!"
A girl showed up from the door, reading what looked like a dictionary in her hand. She had impossibly strawberry-blonde straight hair and wore glasses which complemented her face. Her ice-blue eyes were a beautiful shade. Her skin was beautiful too, just completing her whole look. She wore a blue skater dress and white glossy pumps. "Oops, am I interrupting your fight? Sorry," she muttered. "I'm Katrina, by the way. Call me Kate."
"Okay, Kate," I smiled at her. Kate entered what seemed like her room and closed the door gently.
"See? Even a geek like Kate can dress up nicely! What are you even wearing?! Ragged jean shorts and a vandalized shirt and converse?! You are simply unbelievable," Alice sighed. I just stared at her, thinking what the hell she was blabbering about since she went on and on about my outfit.
I raised my hand, stopping her from talking. "Tell you what, we're going shopping. That's all we're gonna do."
She squealed, jumping on me. I almost fell to the ground and got a concussion. "Oh my God oh my God oh my God! Thank you!"
"Get off me, Pixie." I hissed.
And so that's how I ended up here at the mall or the "torture chamber" as I call it. Everywhere I went, I saw clothes. Uncomfortable clothes I say. It's stupid risking my body just for terrifying clothes. And that brought me to the question of how Lady Gaga could even survive in that meat dress. I bet she attracted flies and the people sitting beside her would smell.
And with Alice skipping beside me, she brought me to where I could fulfill that 'note to self': Victoria's Secret. Oh the horror. She even asked the lady at the counter to measure me which was very embarrassing. When she got my measurement, she went around getting me bras and underwear. And sure, she surprises me every time.
"Oh Bella, since we're officially in college thanks to move-in day, let's prepare a bit for the crazy life in Harvard," Alice said as she looked at something behind me and naturally curious, I turned back. And honestly, I wished I didn't turn back.
It was lingerie everywhere. It had a range from black to purple, A-cups to E-cups. There were even stretchable ones, could you believe it? I almost died (which is a bad thing) when I took it all in. Now this was proof that Alice was officially the craziest person living.
"What the hell, Alice?! We aren't having sex in college. Plus, I'm still a virgin! You are so not serious about this," I said.
"I am so serious about this," Alice replied. She stuck out her tongue in a childish way.
"Please, Alice. I'm begging!"
Alice tapped her chin as she was so-called "thinking". Her eyes looked up the ceiling and she snapped her fingers, smiling. "I like the fact you're begging, but... no!"
"Alice," I warned.
"Bella," she shot back, "eventually you're gonna lose your v-card and I'm bettin' on it. And, extra points for me since I'm always right."
"Then I'm going to have to prove you wrong."
"Oh Isabella, you are a little stubborn one, aren't you?" She said, puckering her lips as she tried to reach my cheek.
"Unfortunately, I am. Alice, please! Like, seriously! I'm gonna swear on my life that I won't be losing my virginity in college!"
"Swear on your life only if you manage to keep your v-card in college, which is impossible to." Alice told me off. I gave her puppy eyes, which made her look like she wanted to kill me happily since maybe I looked too cute that I needed to be killed. "Fine," she sighed. I did a little happy dance. "Only if you let me get you your new wardrobe."
"Fine with it," I replied.
"Sure?"
"Yes, Alice. If I lose my virginity or 'v-card' as you call it, you're going to be the first to be told of the news and you will get for me all of these, if you want. I keep to my word, Alice."
"Tempting... very tempting... okay!" She exclaimed.
And, in the end, after shopping we got back to our dorm and she threw out almost everything after a thorough check through my wardrobe which left me with a yellow cotton scarf and my skinny jeans.
I was whimpering about my favorite shirts she threw away and Alice shot me a glare to shut up. After the whole situation, she went out to the cafe on campus and I checked whether Kate was in her room. She wasn't even in her room, and Rosalie too. So I was left alone on move-in day, watching movies on an LCD television Alice said she installed it by herself and allowed me to watch.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" A guy's voice called as he knocked on the door.
I groaned, getting up from the couch. "Coming!"
It was a man with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and he was quite muscular. "Uhm, hi. I'm Jasper Whitlock. I was getting to know at least one person from each dorm, so if you don't mind, what's your name?"
Ah. Southern accent. Alice would like that since she kept talking about what she wanted in a guy. She thought that guys with southern accents were sexy.
"I'm Bella. Bella Swan."
"So you're a beautiful swan, huh?"
I shrugged. "I get that a lot."
"Okay. If you need anything, my dorm's C 23."
"Wow," I chuckled. "We're neighbors."
He smiled. "Yes we are," he nodded.
Then, all of a sudden, which kind of ruined the moment, Edward, all sweaty and shirtless, was walking up the stairs carrying a huge box. He spotted us, then opened his mouth. "Yo Jazz, if you feel like taking a break from flirting, let me know. She's not worth it, I tell ya. She's taken, still dating her high school boyfriend..."
Boyfriend? What boyfriend?
Wait, what did he say again?! REWIND!
I ran through his words again and got furious my cheeks were so hot it was going to flow out lava.
"Well, see you soon, then. Bye Bella." Jasper said, walking away as he waved. He then entered C 23. In big bold letters, there was a McCarty, Cullen, Whitlock, and a Newton.
Ah crap. What rotten luck I have. Oh well, I had to live with it anyways.
"So your name's...," Edward started, looking at the board, "Isabella Swan, eh? Oh whatever. I don't care about your name anyways." He shrugged.
"And I never really cared about your name either, so get out of my face!" I told him off, then slammed the door in his face.
So... Hello! I just changed the ratings to M, since I just realised some of the contents are a little (ahem) mature. So... yeah. Hah. I'm kinda awkward right now. Bye!
Scarlett
