Part three
I walked quickly over to Abby.
"Abby please tell me that I'm seeing things and that every girl isn't wearing the same outfit I wore yesterday."
"Sorry can't. My mom taught me never to lie." She said as she closed her locker and I started to burst out laughing and she soon joined me.
"They are only copying you because yesterday when you wear that outfit Nicholas noticed you, so if he noticed you they think if they dress like you he'll notice them." Abby told me.
"Gawk." I said as I threw my head back. "But what about you? you're not dress like that, don't find Nicholas hot." I joked.
"Ew! No. he's an ass." I looked at her taken back for a second. 'Did Abby just swear?'
"Did you just swear?"
"Yes… I'm not always a goodie, goodie." She laughed.
"Let's get to class."
After period four, I walked over to Abby's locker to see if she wanted to go out to lunch today. Though as I was walking to her locker she had a goofy smile on her face, looking into space. I followed her gaze to see she was staring at Nicholas and James.
"I thought you didn't like him." I asked confused on why she would lie.
"Huh?"
"You said you didn't like Nicholas, if you didn't like him then why are you staring at him?" I felt something weird in my stomach. Was I jealous? No I can't be, I don't like Nicholas so why would I be jealous if she stared at him
"Nicholas? No ew." She said looking at me with a disgusted face.
"Well then… oh eww you mean James… Abby?" I looked at her. James was a prev why would she like him. She didn't answer though she just blushed.
"Abby, no. you can do so much better." I told her but she just looked at me.
"No Maddison I can't I'm not like you. I don't have a bunch of guys lined up to ask me out." She looked back over to the guys and I followed her gaze. The guys looked back at us and James winked at me. ME? Gosh he is a pig.
"Gosh Maddison, see your just perfect. Every guy wants you. I just wish you weren't." Abby said then walked away. I watched as she walked away knowing I may just lose the only friend I have.
I got out of the shower the next morning and slipped on a pair of worn out dark blue skinny jeans and my old black basketball team shirt that on the front it said 'Attitude' and on the back Phil with the number 15 on it. I grabbed my black flip flops and put them on. I then went in the bathroom and fixed my bangs up, my hair was curly today. I then opened my glasses case and put them on and got into my car and got to school.
I walked in the school and saw the girls looking like me again. I looked around to find Abby at her locker and I walked up to her.
"I hate jeans that are worn out at the bottom of the pants, though I don't own any sweat pants besides the ones I sleep in because when I wear them I feel fat. I hate wearing big t-shirts because I feel slopping. I never wear flip-flops I'm surprise I own any because I hate showing my feet because they are ugly and I don't paint them/it takes too long. I never wear my glasses because growing up I was always made fun of." I confessed to Abby as she looked at me to see my outfit was everything I said I hated to wear.
"Abby I'm really sorry. Please forgive me?"