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"I don't think you should go, Bella. They're not your thing."
It's Friday night, and Edward's attempting to dissuade me and Alice from attending a frat party we were invited to earlier in the week.
"It may not be, but this is college. I've never been to one before, and I'd like to check it out, just this once."
"Well, do you need to go there looking like that?"
I glance down at my outfit. There's nothing wrong with it. Jeans. Tank top. Wrap over sweater. I don't look like a skank.
As long as I keep the wrap over sweater on.
"What? I'm not allowed to wear tank tops now?"
Edward rolls his eyes as Alice laughs from my bed. She's watching us like we're some kind of television show.
Just great.
"You know what I mean."
"No, I don't know. What do you mean, Edward?"
I know I'm pressing him, giving him a hard time, but I can't help it. He squirms in his pants too easily these days.