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Ilook hot.
And I better, too. If I’m gonna attend this shitshow, I better look hot as fuck. Our friend Cassie’s sorority is having a costume party, and the money they make from the cup sales is going to a GoFundMe for a little boy with pediatric cancer. It’s the only reason I switched shifts for tonight. Cassie’s sorority sister is the little boy’s cousin, and they’re really close, so we’re all going to show support. It’s a little weird, because we met Cassie when she kind of had a thing for Kelley. It was awkward for all of 30 seconds, though, because Ivy could make friends with a literal brick wall. Now we’re all cool.
I step back and check myself out in the mirror. I’m rocking an old yellowish gold prom dress that I got from the thrift store. I cropped it short, so the skirt hits just under my ass, sliced the neckline low, and cut the sleeves into thin straps. I’m wearing black fishnets and a fake nylon sleeve of colorful tattoos on my arm. My hair is in a fauxhawk, my eyeliner is thick, my lips are ruby red, and I traded out my nose stud for my hoop. Add my Docs, and I’m a the most badass Disney princess you ever did see.
Punk Rock Belle. Nailed it.
“You almost ready?” I call to Ivy in the bathroom.
She pops open the door and I grin my approval.
“Oh my god. I freakin love it.”
Ivy is dressed as Punk Rock Cinderella. Cropped blue dress, nude fishnets, and the same nylon sleeve of tattoos that I’m wearing. Her hair is in an updo with a spiked, black leather headband, her earrings are guitar picks, and her shoes are black leather stilettos.
“You look hot.” She grins. “Can you do my eyeliner like yours?”
“Yeah, sit down.”
I’m finishing Ivy’s eyeliner when both of our phones chime, signaling a text in our group chat. We grab our phones and read the text at the same time.
Jesse: We otw.
Jesse: Punk Disney Princes to the rescue.
Kelley: Be there in 10.
“Do you know what they picked?” I ask Ivy.
“Nope. Kelley wouldn’t tell me.”
“Me either.”
Me: Hurry your asses up. We’re ready to go.
Jesse: Eager to see if Thor is there? *hammer emoji*
Ivy snorts, and I roll my eyes as I type back.
Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Jesse: U know. The dude with the Tarzan hair who was about to go caveman onur ass.
Me: Whatever. He’s probably too busy lying to some poor coed and cheating on his girlfriend.
Kelley: You sure about that? Dude did seem pretty possessive of you.
Ivy: I said that same thing...
“Ugh.”I look at Ivy. “Not you too.” She just shrugs, eyes on her phone, and I type out a reply.
Me: He’s not possessive of me. He just doesn’t like not getting what he wants when he snaps his fingers. BU’s Golden God is used to girls falling all over him.
Me: Classic duck boy.
Me: duck boy
Me: FUCK boy***