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Post by hannah on Jul 8, 2013 21:28:51 GMT -5
My hazel eyes scan over the book titles in front of me and I pull one off the shelf to reach the inside summary before making a face and putting it back on the shelf. I pull another out, one about vampires. It sounded pretty good, but they only had it in hardback and I didn't have enough money. I sigh and put it back, sidestepping to pick another off the shelf, jumping as my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I tuck the book under my arm, answering my phone. "Yeah?" I ask, biting my lip. "Taylor-" I start, stopping when she interrupts me. "Tay, I'm-" I try again, finally getting fed up. "Look, No.. fine, I'll meet you in Victoria Secret in ten minutes." I mumble, looking at my feet before hanging up. I sigh, looking at the book in my hand again before going to put it back. If I didn't meet her there I'd never hear the end of how much of a nerd I was.
OUTFIT; click
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Post by Gisela Creppel on Jul 8, 2013 21:39:42 GMT -5
I picked up a book and sighed, putting it back. I looked over and took a step to the other books, huffing when none of them caught my attention and looking at my phone when I got a text from Taylor. Like always, she was in Victoria Secret. I huff and look around, not wanting to go but not wanting her to have rumors about me either. I take a breath and begin walking to Victoria Secret, my head aching with each step. I could already hear her voice squeaking about some new outfit that made her look slutty but it was all I could do to gain her trust. I sighed and texted her back, saying that I was on my way. When would this torture end with her?
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Post by hannah on Jul 8, 2013 21:47:15 GMT -5
I turn to head out of Barnes & Noble, hating the looks that guys flung me. The shirt I was wearing exposed some of my midriff. Taylor had chose it for me, telling me that I needed to take a risk once in a while if I wanted a boyfriend, or something like that. There was just one little problem with that: I didn't like guys. I like girls. But, I couldn't rightly tell my shallow, preppy, homophobic sister that, now could I? I sigh and tuck a strand of blonde hair behind my ear, entering Victoria's Secret with three minutes to spare from my ten minutes deadline. "There you are." Taylor scolds as I walk over, and I shrug my shoulders in response. She had a low cut pink and white tie dye shirt on with a pair of white short shorts that exposed msot of her ass, her blonde hair pulled back in a bun.
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Post by Gisela Creppel on Jul 8, 2013 22:01:32 GMT -5
I walk inside Victoria Secret and see Taylor with her little sister beside her. Immediately, my throat tightens as I approach them and I smile at Tay. "Hey!" I say in my preppiest voice before looking at her sister and smile. Only way I knew it was her sister is my the way Tay didn't give her a death glare at the way she dressed. Something about someone dressing like her made her jealous but evidently she didn't. A death glare on my back catches my attention and I look back at Taylor, acting like I was interested in what she had to say though I kept glancing at the little blonde beside me. She was so pretty hot for her age and I could tell that she was forced to dress that way. Most willing people would flaunt it but she didn't.
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Post by hannah on Jul 8, 2013 22:12:14 GMT -5
I look over at a redhaired girl that joins us, though it was obviously dyed that color. I drag my gaze away from her, feeling inadequate beside both of the pretty older girls. "Oh, Gisela, you know my little sister Hannah, right?" Taylor asks casually, looking between us. "Hi." I mumble, attempting to pull the hem of my shirt down lower. "Dammit, Hannah, its supposed to be like that." she snaps, slapping my hands away. I sigh softly, looking down at my feet. I just wanted to be in Barnes & Noble right now, or home in my room. I glance over at Gisela, my blue eyes roving her before I flit them away again, not wanting to seem like a creep. Or, worse: Taylor caught me and figured out how I was. "Huh? I have panties." I say as my sister holds something lacy and barely there out to me. "Exactly! You have panties. You need something sexy." she replies, rolling her eyes.
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Post by Gisela Creppel on Jul 8, 2013 22:26:44 GMT -5
I smile at Hannah and nod, "Yeah, I remember her. It's nice to see you again," I say looking at her before looking at Taylor and her assortment of lingerie. I roll my eyes to myself as she offers Hannah some and take them from her hand. "Hey, no. Come on," I say, slapping Taylor's hand. I knew it was a bad move but she had to be trained some how and I knew just the way. "Do you want her to take all your attention?" I ask, knowing her answer as she took them out of my hand to put them away. I wink at Hannah and smile. She was nothing like her sister, I could already tell that. I had caught her glancing at me every now and then and I couldn't help but do the same. I walked to the Angel jackets they had in the corner and quickly tugged on a pink one, smiling as it fit me perfectly and taking it off, holding it so I could buy it. "Hannah, do you want one?" I ask, referring to the jackets with a smile.
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Post by hannah on Jul 8, 2013 22:34:14 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows as Gisela slaps her hand away. did she have a social suicide deathwish? I offer her a grateful smile once Taylor looks away, before looking down at my feet again. I hated it in here, I hated being associated with my sister. People would automatically assume that I was like her, when I wanted to be anything but. "Um. Let me see the sizes." I murmur, wandering over to sort through the rack before picking out a small and trying it on. It fit well, and the sleeves were long like I liked them to be. "This one's nice." I add, pulling it off and folding it neatly so that I could hold it as we continued shopping. "Bring it over here, I have mom's credit card." Taylor says from where she's still sorting through the bin of underwear.
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Post by Gisela Creppel on Jul 8, 2013 22:41:47 GMT -5
I roll my eyes at Taylor and lean over to whisper in Hannah's ear. "Just tell me if she gives you any problems. I know how to solve most of them," I whisper before taking the jacket from her arms. "No, Tay. I got this. Don't worry about it, besides, you're paying for my lunch, right?" I ask with a joking tone. There was a very unlikely chance but I could always try to talk her into something like that. I looked at Hannah, almost wishing I was in the same grade as her so I could turn her. I would have that chance...I hoped. It would be a good way to get under Taylor's skin.
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Post by hannah on Jul 8, 2013 22:49:11 GMT -5
I nod mutely as Gisela leans over to whisper in my ear to tell her if Taylor gave me any problems. Problems? She always gave me problems. I raise my eyebrows as she takes the jacket from me, saying that she'd get it, on account that Taylor was buying lunch. I highly doubted that was true. "Thanks." I say, allowing a small smile to come onto my face as I looked over at Gisela before glancing away again, hoping she didn't notice how admiring my gaze truly was. I look down again, tugging at my shirt before finally crossing my arms over my chest. I finally pull out my chapstick, pulling off the cap and running it over my pink lips before putting it away again, awkward. I hated shopping.
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Post by Gisela Creppel on Jul 8, 2013 22:55:30 GMT -5
I looked over Taylor for a second before rolling my eyes. "Tay, I'm going to bring Hannah to go get something to drink. Want anything?" I ask, knowing how Taylor was. We would be in here for an hour...if lucky. I look over at the cashier and place the jackets on the top, grabbing a small lipgloss from the clearance rack. "Want anything from here?" I ask Hannah before we check out, wanting to get her anything she wanted. It was one of the first steps to turning her, that was for sure. I take a step forward and wait for Hannah as the cashier rings up our items.
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Post by hannah on Jul 8, 2013 23:02:10 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows but nod in confirmation as Taylor looks over at me. It sounded like an idea sent from heaven, honestly. I follow Gisela over to the cashier as she hands the obviously gay guy our stuff. "No, thanks." I reply, sahking my head slightly and tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind my ear. I watch as he rings up our items before putting them in a bag, taking the money from the older girl before we turn towards the exit. Once we're out the door I sigh. "Thank you so much. I hate shopping." I say bitterly, shaking my head in annoyance. With Taylor as a sister I always had to go shopping.
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Post by Gisela Creppel on Jul 9, 2013 11:03:14 GMT -5
I smile to myself as Hannah refuses my offer to buy her something and wait for our cashier to finish our purchase. Once we walk out, I sigh and look at Hannah as she thanks me. "Hey, you gave me a reason to leave. If it was just us, I'd be forced to stay," I say, smiling slightly. Hannah seemed trustworthy and at this time, I needed to get on her good side so that I didn't seem like of Taylor's close friends. "I'm going to tell you a secret," I say as I take Hannah's hand in mine and walk towards the food court. I look at her and smile slightly, "I hate your sister. I'm sorry but the only reason I hang out with her is because, being a lesbian, it's hard to get accepted and when you have her as a friend, you have the whole army on your side." I shrug my shoulders and keep walking, hoping I didn't seem too much of a bad person.
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Post by hannah on Jul 9, 2013 15:31:03 GMT -5
I chuckle as she replies that if I hadn't been there then she would have been forced to stay. "Me too." I agree, shrugging my narrow shoulders. I riase my eyebrows questioningly as Gisela says that she was going to tell me a secret before taking my hand in her's. I look away, a light pink tint crossing my face. She was a lesbian? Damn. "Yeah?" I ask, looking up at her as we entered the food court. I didn't want to tell her that I liked girls, too, because, well, no one knew that. I certainly couldn't tell Taylor, either. "She does seem to have a grip on everyone's opinions at school." I add, nodding and glancing at our clapsed hands before looking away again.
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Post by Gisela Creppel on Jul 9, 2013 15:51:30 GMT -5
I look down at Hannah for a second before looking away and nodding. "Yep, only lesbian your sister hangs with because she doesn't know," I say, shrugging slightly. Taylor would disown me permanently for telling her I was a lesbian. "You know, she just doesn't like homosexuals because they get more attention than her," I say, looking down at Hannah. Her bright blue eyes kept locked on my own as we walked to a small Chinese food stand. "Hope you don't mind me getting lunch, I skipped breakfast today," I say, rubbing the back of my neck as I looked at the variety of food. I was hungrier than I thought because each dish seemed to have their own voice telling me to try them. "Want something to eat?" I ask her, looking back to Hannah.
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Post by hannah on Jul 9, 2013 16:06:12 GMT -5
"Not the only one." I mumble to myself, avoiding her gaze. I chuckle and nod as Gisela goes on to say that Taylor didn't like homosexuals because they got more attention than her. I let her lead me over to a Chinese food stand, nodding. "Its cool." I say, smiling up at the older girl. I hesitate at her offer. I didn't eat around my sister because she'd critique me on the way I chewed, and that I was a big, but I didn't have that fear with Gisela. "Sure. I'll have a medium order and sweet and sour chicken with a coke." I reply, and the guy ebhind the counter nods, writing it down on a little apd before he turns his gaze to my companion to wait for her order.
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