such as I was chasing a guy who was clearly out of my league, but I kept my ground.
“No,” Ethan said reassuringly. “Okay, it’s on, Miss Proper. Wait…” He paused for a second like he was thinking something. “What do I get if I win?”
“That’s if you win, and for you to find out,” I said with a smirk. I might be inexperience with boys but I was a pro when it came to chess.
“Oh, the suspense!” Ethan said. “I like that.”
I couldn’t help but giggle.
“How about meeting tomorrow after dinner?” Ethan asked. “I will text you where we can meet and bring my chess board.”
“Sounds good,” I said happily.
“Okay. Got to go back to class now,” Ethan said. “Don’t want to get in any more troubles.”
“Okay,” I said, a little confused by what he meant by “more” troubles. But Ethan had already hung up.
Chapter 10
I needed to make Ethan to be more specific about time. He said to meet “after dinner”. But did he realized not everyone eat dinner at the same time? To make it worst, he didn’t even say where we were going to meet.
With Vicky’s help, I had three different outfits ready for different possible locations Ethan might pick for us to play chess.
“Dating is work from both sides. Boys make effort to chase girls. Girls need to make efforts to be worth the chase as well,” Vicky said, scanning her designer wardrobe. Apparently I had become her new favorite doll. She was getting hectic putting her cloth on me. “Try this on,” she threw me a dress. “It’s perfect for spring.”
It was a green dress with white pattern on the edge. I took a closer look-it was Celtic, but one of the knots was not authentic. I did like the green color. It would match Ethan’s eyes. Oh just what the heck was I thinking? Everything was related to Ethan now.
I put the dress on and looked at the mirror. I didn’t know what kind of magic Vicky put on this dress-it made my waist looked so tiny and cute. The dress reached just above my knee-the perfect length to reveal my legs. The color went well with my brown hair and hazel eyes. Now I got a little taste of the beauty of fashion. My own dresses made me look like a grandma comparing to this.
“This dress is so for you, Dana,” Vicky grinned.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Vicky whispered and winked. “Medieval and virgin.”
“Shut up!” I turned to grab a pillow to throw at Vicky and that was where I realized the problem with this dress. Vicky was shaped to be a super model. I, however, did not have the upper body to power up the somewhat low-cut design of this dress. The space that was supposed to make out a nice curve was missing.
Vicky seemed to discover the problem as well. She was staring at my chest with a frown. “Hmm,” she crossed her arms and kept staring at it with her brows squeezed tightly together, like my breasts would get bigger if she stared long enough.
“Vicky,” I self-consciously covered my chest with my arms. “You have anything more virgin- ish?” I tiled my head and made a funny face.
“I don’t…” Vicky’s frown deepened. “But I think I have a thing to fix it,” she smirked like she was about butcher a little lamb.
“What?” What did she mean by “fix it”? I knew Vicky was street smart but I was terrified by what backstreet method Vicky might use on me.
Vicky dug in her cabinet. “No, nope,” she put aside several strange items that I didn’t want to ask. “Ah, there, new in the box!” She announced with the box in her hand.
I saw a picture of a girl in her bra printing on the box. Walking closer, I saw the label “breast enhancers”. “No way!” I took a step backward. “How do you even have something like this?” Vicky didn’t need to use this kind of stuff. Her curves were real. I was roommate long enough with her to know that, awkwardly.
“I bought it for my nephew for her 15 th birthday. Because stuffing your bra with tissue paper is so outdated,” she
“No,” Ethan said reassuringly. “Okay, it’s on, Miss Proper. Wait…” He paused for a second like he was thinking something. “What do I get if I win?”
“That’s if you win, and for you to find out,” I said with a smirk. I might be inexperience with boys but I was a pro when it came to chess.
“Oh, the suspense!” Ethan said. “I like that.”
I couldn’t help but giggle.
“How about meeting tomorrow after dinner?” Ethan asked. “I will text you where we can meet and bring my chess board.”
“Sounds good,” I said happily.
“Okay. Got to go back to class now,” Ethan said. “Don’t want to get in any more troubles.”
“Okay,” I said, a little confused by what he meant by “more” troubles. But Ethan had already hung up.
Chapter 10
I needed to make Ethan to be more specific about time. He said to meet “after dinner”. But did he realized not everyone eat dinner at the same time? To make it worst, he didn’t even say where we were going to meet.
With Vicky’s help, I had three different outfits ready for different possible locations Ethan might pick for us to play chess.
“Dating is work from both sides. Boys make effort to chase girls. Girls need to make efforts to be worth the chase as well,” Vicky said, scanning her designer wardrobe. Apparently I had become her new favorite doll. She was getting hectic putting her cloth on me. “Try this on,” she threw me a dress. “It’s perfect for spring.”
It was a green dress with white pattern on the edge. I took a closer look-it was Celtic, but one of the knots was not authentic. I did like the green color. It would match Ethan’s eyes. Oh just what the heck was I thinking? Everything was related to Ethan now.
I put the dress on and looked at the mirror. I didn’t know what kind of magic Vicky put on this dress-it made my waist looked so tiny and cute. The dress reached just above my knee-the perfect length to reveal my legs. The color went well with my brown hair and hazel eyes. Now I got a little taste of the beauty of fashion. My own dresses made me look like a grandma comparing to this.
“This dress is so for you, Dana,” Vicky grinned.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Vicky whispered and winked. “Medieval and virgin.”
“Shut up!” I turned to grab a pillow to throw at Vicky and that was where I realized the problem with this dress. Vicky was shaped to be a super model. I, however, did not have the upper body to power up the somewhat low-cut design of this dress. The space that was supposed to make out a nice curve was missing.
Vicky seemed to discover the problem as well. She was staring at my chest with a frown. “Hmm,” she crossed her arms and kept staring at it with her brows squeezed tightly together, like my breasts would get bigger if she stared long enough.
“Vicky,” I self-consciously covered my chest with my arms. “You have anything more virgin- ish?” I tiled my head and made a funny face.
“I don’t…” Vicky’s frown deepened. “But I think I have a thing to fix it,” she smirked like she was about butcher a little lamb.
“What?” What did she mean by “fix it”? I knew Vicky was street smart but I was terrified by what backstreet method Vicky might use on me.
Vicky dug in her cabinet. “No, nope,” she put aside several strange items that I didn’t want to ask. “Ah, there, new in the box!” She announced with the box in her hand.
I saw a picture of a girl in her bra printing on the box. Walking closer, I saw the label “breast enhancers”. “No way!” I took a step backward. “How do you even have something like this?” Vicky didn’t need to use this kind of stuff. Her curves were real. I was roommate long enough with her to know that, awkwardly.
“I bought it for my nephew for her 15 th birthday. Because stuffing your bra with tissue paper is so outdated,” she
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