Hello everyone, I'M BACK! You guys can thank my friend for this chapter, she knows who she is. I kind of forgot to write up this chapter, but here you go!
Max POV
I spent the rest of Saturday and the beginning of Sunday getting to know the house and starting to become friends with Iggy. Which mainly consisted of Iggy talking to me and me listening. Things were going well until Sunday afternoon, when Valencia decided to take me shopping with Iggy's girlfriend Nudge. I am now sitting in a dressing room, trying to figure out which of the clothes items Nudge brought me were tops, and which were bottoms. We had already purchased several pairs of jeans and graphic tee shirts that talkative Nudge had described for me. Now all the clothes were getting fancier.
"Nudge, when will I ever use these? And more importantly, how will I be able to match the colors up?" I asked quietly through the the dressing room door.
"One day you will look back on this day and thank me, and don't worry about not matching, I will make sure that you aren't a fashion disaster, just trust me," Nudge called back. It wasn't that I didn't trust her with this small matter, she seemed nice enough, but it was that the last time I wore anything other than jeans, a tee shirt, and a sweatshirt was at the funeral. My sweatshirt was there to cover up the scars on my arms from the accident. My arms and my eyes were the only parts of me that were not able to be put almost back to normal. The small scars on my face healed and the small cut on my stomach is barely visible, but my arms, they looked bad. Marked up with white lines going all over the place, that was how Anne had described them, but I knew they were much worse than that from the way that Anne liked to sugar-coat everything.
"I'm coming out," I called in almost a whisper. I stepped out and immediately felt self conscious in a mid thigh skirt and tank top.
"Max,those look so good on you! What are those on your-" Nudge's rambling was cut off by a wolf whistle coming from the main part of the store.
"Hey girl, I haven't seen you around here before, what do you say to a date or two?" An arrogant voice asked me.
"Dylan, leave her alone. Max, why don't you go get changed back into your regular clothes and we'll get those," Iggy's girlfriend suggested, pointedly dismissing Dylan.
"Max, hot name for a hot girl. A hot girl like you should have a date with a hot boy like me, I mean, just look at me," Dylan said. He sounded way too full of himself.
I couldn't help but snort at his last comment though, "Dude, just take you cockiness and leave. I don't think anyone wants you here."
My voice came out strong and commanding like it did when ever I was angered or stressed, otherwise my voice was weak and small. I heard Dylan huff in frustration and Nudge and I waited until his footsteps faded before going back to our conversation.
"Please tell me he doesn't go to our school," I quietly pleaded with Nudge as we walked out of the store to where Valencia would meet us. She split off to run a few errands a few store ago.
"Sorry, I wish I could tell you that, but I can't. What was with your voice, you should speak like that more often, nobody would ever bug us then! Ohh! There is this set of shoes that I've been meaning to buy. They are purple and are animal print, like an alligator print. They are so cool!" Nudge rambled. It amazes me how she can say all that in one breath.
"Ok," I whispered, my voice back to it's normal volume as Nudge dragged me into yet another shop.
Soo, kind of crappy and fillery. I hope to post by next Tuesday because Tuesdays are the best! No offense to anyone out there, but Tuesdays rock for me. Oh, and Iggy can see by the way. :) I wanted Max to be in her own unique situation.
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