CHAPTER 7: CPOV

"Why would you care?" How did he know?

"I…I…of course I would ca…" Would this boy ever stop stuttering?

"Zach, hurry up and spit it out. As a CIA spy-in-training, you of all people should know that time is precious. Stop wasting my precious time." He didn't say anything. My arms were still crossed and Josh was waiting. I not only wanted to leave to see Josh, but this bra needed to be fixed. I scanned the area. I needed one of my girlfriends to get him off my back. I tried shrugging his hand off my shoulder, it didn't work, it just made him grip me harder.

Then, I felt his hand whipped off my shoulder. It was Bex. Got to love her. The minute Bex got Zach in her hands, she began distracting him. She and I eyed each other. Bex was pulling Zach away from me. I could see Zach trying to fight Bex off, but she was too insistent. Why would Zach push her away? It seemed as if he was trying to come back to me. I took this opportunity and quickly walked towards the door. I glanced around to find Macey. She has great knowledge on how to look beautiful with her designer clothes and amazing make up skills. She was going to help me get ready to see Josh. We crossed eyes and nodded, knowing what we are planning to do.

As I was rushing towards the door, the headmaster—my mother—stopped me. "What do you think you are doing?" My heart is pounding violently in my chest. Oh no! What if she finds out? What if she knows? What will I do?

"Mom," I whispered, trying to use our familial relationship towards my advantage, "my bra unsnapped and I need to go fix it." I figured, she was a woman and I was growing to become a woman. Talking about bras and stuff is okay.

She sighed, "Sorry about the strapless red dress Honey. I thought it would have been a better choice for tonight's event. Hurry up and go fix it. I need you to finish this. This school ball is very important."

I nodded my head and went through the door. I let out a relaxed sigh. Whew, I was able to pass my mom, now to actually go see Josh. I took off my red heels and ran towards my room. Luckily, Macey was already in the room waiting for me. "What took you so long?"

"Sorry, my mom stopped me at the door," I said in a rush. I went to the bathroom and to change. I let the bra drop onto the floor and unzipped my red dress. Macey followed me into the bathroom. She had a worried look on her face. "What's with the worried look?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Nothing?"

"How about this," she came to me and turned me around, so that my back was to the mirror and I was facing the opposite wall, "whenever I change, I like to not look at myself."

"Macey, you know I wouldn't check myself out. I'm not that into myself. Hell, I'm not even into myself."

"Uhh…just trust me on this one."

I just shrugged and took the amazing, sexy, black mini dress Macey handed to me. It wasn't a slutty sexy, but a beautiful, grown woman sexy. There was also a slit on the sides, to show off some leg. I liked the dress, and the material was too silky to ever pass up. It had a beautiful sweetheart neckline and the best part, it wasn't strapless. The dress had these beautiful, soft straps that didn't take away the dress's beauty; plus, I could wear a proper bra with it too, a bra with straps. Too bad Macey was making me wear a push up bra, but whatever. Who ever said a push up bra was going to harm a girl. For one day in every girl's life, she should dress a little sexy. My sexy wasn't too much to make me uncomfortable, but enough to be a little risky for me. It was slim fitting—showing off something Macey liked to call "curves"—and was about two inches above my knee. Not too slutty. Oh, did I forget to mention? Macey is making me wear a thong. She held the butt floss between her fingers and I sighed. At least it matched the bra. She said a thong would avoid VPL, visible panty lines, whatever the hell that's suppose to mean. But I guess if I'm wearing a push up bra and a sexy black dress, I might as well wear a thong too.

"Does the Headmaster know what you are planning to do?" She tossed me the "oh so wonderful" push up bra. It was a lacy, red bra with red straps. It was quite smooth.

"Nope, and lets keep it that way," I said as I slipped the bra on. Wow, it's comfortable. Who would have thought?

"Alright," she sighed, "but what are your plans anyways?" She motioned me to take off my underwear and change into the matching red thong.

"I am not entirely sure. I just want to go see Josh and see what we can salvage in our relationship." I slipped on the thong.

"You mean a relationship relationship? Or just a friendship relationship?" she asked while she helped me into the black dress, zipping up the back zipper for me.