My Bad Boy’s Ego — Chapter 15

"I can't believe you're giving him a second chance," Bella says as she walks towards the edge of her bed.

Bella always had a protective, motherly side to her. Her intentions are always for the best she sees for the people she cares most about. Sometimes I act as if she was the mother sent to me, in replacement of my birth mom.

"And I can't believe you gave him my address," she continues, laughing at the childish response I had given Landon earlier today. I couldn't help but to join in and smile at her. Bella looked the best when she is happy. Her hair glistens against the sun, her skin was alright bright and clear, and her preppy outfits always seemed to be on point.

Bella didn't belong into any "original cliques". She was always hopping around groups, hanging out with everyone individually; day by day. Many people love her presence. Some people hated her because of how popular she actually seems to be.

"Well," I rose my hands up to defend myself, "One, I needed a dress. And two, I couldn't just let Austin see me go out with a guy, he'd kill him."

"But, this is Landon we're talking about."

"Three, Landon can possibly kill my dear brother," I pouted towards her, "I can't let that happen."

She couldn't help but smile at my comeback. Bella shook her head and walks towards her closet; pulling the doors open, I never expected what would be in front of my eyes. It was a walk-in closet, but as a size of a bedroom.

Dresses, sweaters and shirt were all organized by color code. My eyes glistened at the sight of the dreamful closet.

All that could escape my lips were, "Woah."

Bella smiled at my impression as she puts her arm against the closet door, leaning on it.

"What is mine, is yours!" she brightly introduced before holding my hand. She leads me into the aisle with dresses, beautifully sorted from red to pink to white to silver.

I stood there dumbfounded as Bella started digging into her closet, moving dresses towards her left until she lands on the perfect dress. I started to walk towards the red side of the dress, before randomly pulling out a dress.

A beautiful red, velvet dress. It was short, and simple. I took it off the rack and turned it back and forth. The back of the dress was backless, the front was a short v-neck, that possibly stops before the chest area.

Bella froze as she lands her eyes on the dress next to me. Excited, she grabbed my hand with the dress and puts it in front of me.

"That's perfect!" she says, amazed, "You have to put it on!"

Bella squealed as she left the closet, giving me personal space to change.

I only have one or two dresses in my closet. Although my wardrobe may be girly, I almost never wear dresses unless it's on a special occasion. When I was a little girl, dresses were the only thing in my wardrobe; however I somehow grew out of it.

I struggled to put on the dress as there were thin straps along the backless side in support of holding the dress up. After about five minutes of irritation, I successfully slipped the dress on. The dress felt loose enough to comfortably sit and eat, but tight enough to hug my waist, emphasizing on my body figure.

"Okay, I'm done!" I called out to Bella. Within seconds, she sprint in and stops in front of me, staring at me up and down. She held up her fingers, twirling it in a circle position as I copied and spun my body.

Ending the spin with a fake royalty bow, Bella squealed and bounced on her feet.

"Aubrey! It's perfect. You look so beautiful!" she cooed.

I faked a blush and waved her off, "Oh, stop it." I laughed jokingly.

"No! Really!" she trails off as she walks behind me. Putting her hands on both of my shoulders, she leads me to the full body size mirror that was drilled up against the center of the closet's wall. I looked at my reflection slightly in shock.

The dress hugged the upper half of my body, as it flares out after the waist. I smiled at myself, before turning around towards Bella, "I love it." I simply stated.

She claps he hands together as she took a held of mine, "We need to get you ready! It's half until eight!"

Bella drags me out of her closet, ignoring my previous clothes that are just carelessly laying on the floor of her walk-in. She sat me down in front of her vanity, handing me her makeup bags as she quickly ran back inside the closet.

"Do your makeup!" she calls out before disappearing.

I smiled at her excitement as I dug through her makeup back. Keeping it simple and easy, I pulled out a lash curler, mascara, as well as a sheer tiny lip gloss. Carefully, I laid the lash curler against my eyes and pressed my lashes, following by putting just a few layers of mascara on both the top and bottom of my eyes. I swept the lip gloss across my lips as I pressed them together, blending them out thoroughly.

Bella ran out again with a pair of short heels, getting on her knees in front of me. I looked at her, amused as I took one of the heel out of her hands.

"I can do it myself," I smiled at her.

The shoes were a light pastel pink color, almost as close to a cream color. The heel was only an inch tall, it was chunky enough for me to stably walk without being too uncomfortable. It had long laces coming out from the sides, long enough to wrap around the ankle with a cute bow. Overall, the shoes were velvet.

I slipped my right foot into the heels, carefully wrapping the lace around my ankle and attempted to tie a perfect bow on the back of my leg. I repeated on the other foot.

I stood up, the heels were almost as if I was wear sandals with just a little boost on height. Bella had her hands over her mouth, as if she was shocked from seeing a girl wearing a dress. I laughed at Bella before shaking my head at her, "Bella, I'm just wearing a dress." I downplayed the situation.

"Exactly!" she screeched, "You look so pretty, even I would date you!"

I laughed at her statement as I walked over and sat on her bed, "What would I do without a friend like you."

Bella joined me as she sat fully facing me.

"You're going on a date with a total hottie!" she squeals, "But he's a jerk so don't let him in too fast."

I nodded as her advise as if I didn't know that already, "It's not a date, Bella. There's no way I'm ever going to be dating a guy like that." I sighed and shook my head at the thought of Landon.

"Who would you date then?" Bella trailed off as she quickly nudged my arm, "Colton?"

With a surprise, I looked at her as she plastered a wide grin on her face, "Oh come on, Aubrey. You don't think I sense the chemistry when you two are together? Colton talks about you every single time I hang out with him. It's clear that you guys like each other." Bella cooed.

"No, it's nothing like that," I lied, "Colton and I are just friends."

Bella tilted her head and gave me a sarcastic look, shaking her head, "Yeah sure, friends."

Right after her statement, a door bell dinged down the hallway. Bella got up to her feet and gasps, "He's here!"

In a snap, I grabbed my phone and my card, sticking it in between my phone case and headed out. I hugged Bella at the doorway before exiting myself from her luxurious bedroom.

"Please be safe," she smiles at me, "Call me if anything happens!"

I swallowed nervously, rubbing my palms against my thighs before putting my hand on the handle. I'm going to open the door on someone who has been bullying me since the first day of school. Something in the back of my head told me to not open the door, and to not leave with him.

I brushed off the thought and opened the door, slowly.

Landon stood there, hands in his pocket as he was wearing a light blue dress shirt with black dress pants. The gold chain around his neck was hidden underneath his shirt, as his leather shoes sparkled under the door light. His eyes slightly widened at my appearance, quickly covered by the release of a small cough.

"I didn't know you lived here," Landon broke the silence, looking down the neighborhood. Bella lived in a neighborhood far from my home. All the houses were more than two stories high, and extremely clean and well-trimmed down.

I smiled and shook my head at his comment, "It's a friend's house."

Landon suddenly straightened up, uncomfortably tapping his shoes against the cement floor, "Oh."

It was quiet for a minute, before I took a step out of the house and closing the door behind me. "Should we go?" I innocently questioned.

Landon nodded as we both silently walked towards his car. He opened the passenger door for me, and I went in. I sat in the seat and looked up at him, before reassuring, "I can do it myself."

He pressed his lips together and nodded again, as I held the door by the handle and closing it. Landon walked around the front of his car before entering in the driver's seat. My heart started rushing as my stomach started to turn. The fear I had from Landon was slowly creeping back, hovering over my back as I tilted my head down to look at my palms.

What have I gotten myself into?