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He smiled, kissing my nose. "They're kind of cute together." This was the same voice that assumed Nate was with someone. It came from a larger girl with dark purple hair, a nose ring and dark brown eyes. She stood out amongst her friends, who wore skirts, curled their hair, had no facial piercings and a sh*t ton of make-up on. "Whatever, Tori" Victoria rolled her eyes, pretending to look at clothes instead of us. Nate paid for my clothes and we left the store.

I felt not in the mood to talk to anyone at this moment but due to Tori’s effort of letting me out of my comfort zone, I was slowly being pulled to her plan. “You know I prepared everything for you, I would be sad if you won’t feel happy tonight.” That were Tori’s words as she had constantly made sure to make me feel guilty. “Yeah yeah, let’s just get this over with.” I rolled my eyes at her as she grabbed a sexy red dress that hugged my curves. “This...will be the death of the men. Tonight. I am sure you will capture anyone there, best friend…” she winked at me, “and if you lured the handsome men, make sure to give one for me, alright?”

I said, elbowing him lightly. The conversation flowed easily after that—right up until we heard footsteps coming down the staircase. Slow, deliberate footsteps, the kind meant to announce themselves before the person even appears. "Ah," Elizabeth said, glancing toward the hall. "Tori has finally decided to join us." The woman who stepped into the doorway caught me completely off guard. Tori Carter was stunning—the kind of stunning that looked curated. Perfectly blown-out blonde hair cascading in soft waves, flawless makeup highlighting sharp blue eyes, and she was dressed like she was headed to a gala. Black fitted dress, heels, understated-but-expensive jewelry.

Victoriå I pulled my dress down a bit as I stared in the mirror, watching my reflection staring right back at me. My hair was pin-straight and flowed all the way down to my hips and tonight I wore a black, high-waist leather skirt and a spaghetti-strap, cropped lace top paired with black heels and a small, black purse. "Ready?" Mia asked as she sat on the bed behind me and I nodded, turning and grabbing my phone from off of the dresser.

I tugged at my bag strap, trying to act like I didn’t see it. "Uh... why are they all staring?" I muttered under my breath. "Because you’re hot?" Millie said casually, locking the car. "Don’t worry, they’ll get used to it." "Great," I mumbled, following her toward the entrance. We spotted Tori sitting on a bench near the school gates, her electric guitar resting on her knee. She was hard to miss—tall with sharp features, short black hair styled into a wolf cut that perfectly framed her pale face. Her outfit screamed gothic rebellion: ripped black jeans, combat boots, a choker, and dark lipstick that made her smirk even more intimidating.

Several had been at their wedding last year. Jolene exchanged hugs with Tori, Parkers fiancé. “I hope we weren’t supposed to bring anything.” “Just yourself.” Tori said with her sweet southern accent. She was a strawberry blonde with dark blue eyes. Where Jolene had her mother’s fluff, Tori was rail thin. “I love this sweater. Of course, I don’t have the chest for it.” Jolene laughed as Tori placed her hands on her chest feeling her small breasts.

I can't almost recognize myself! Not long after, I see Miss Aliyah Torres stepping out of the door. She's wearing a black and sleeveless business suit, her chestnut-dyed hair falling freely on her back. Despite the distance, the porcelain-like skin on her arms and legs shines against the dark shade of her dress. She even looks prettier and more dazzling than her photos in magazines.

“But your ideas are boring, and yes—we’ll also be taking this outfit.” “Tori—“ “I’m paying for it, and I don’t want to hear your mouth,” Tori warned me. Arguing with Tori was a lost cause, so I wasn’t even going to do it. I twirled my finger around the $2000 price tag and thought about the $3000 dress in the fitting room. Tori was absolutely insane, but nothing could stop her. I knew the money was like a penny to her, but it didn’t change the fact that it made me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t want her to think that I befriended her for the wrong reasons.

This has to be the coolest 21st birthday in the history of 21st birthdays. As soon as I get towards the dancefloor I spot Torie down at the DJ booth, she gives me a smile, a nod and starts the music. She’s awesome. She’s twenty-six, has brown hair down to her bustline that is combed over to the side while the left side of her head is shaved clean. She also has this tribal design of a wolf tattooed onto her scalp where her hair is shaved off. She’s wearing her usual black tank top, black skinny jeans, and probably leather boots. She’s 5’3”, has pale skin with a peachy hue to it and she is built like a linebacker. Broad shoulders, thick thighs, just head to toe muscle. She has forest green eye

I softly laughed and patted her head. "Thanks little sis." I pinched her cheeks again and turned to look at Victor, who's pouting now. "Seems like Tori won today, Rori." He sighed, gave back Tori's gems, and added some of his own. I passed by them but stopped when they asked. "Is it true that you've found your heart, brother?" Tori excitedly asked. I slightly looked back, flashed a smile at them, and nodded.