Our Little Secret (Part Eight)
When you arrived at the mall you had no idea what to expect. Was he going to make you dress like the sorority girls that went to most of the parties, not that there was anything wrong with how they dressed it was just you weren’t quite confident enough to try and pull of those looks. Honestly your mind was swirling with different styles that he could try and force you into, but as you were trying to figure out everything in your head, you hadn’t realized that he had stopped right outside of Forever 21. Well this was unexpected. You were about to ask him what was going on, but before you could he turned to you, and began to talk.
“Okay so here’s the deal, I’m not into the whole shopping thing to be honest, but I do know what I like and what I don’t like on a girl. You have forty five minutes to pull as many outfits, as you can and get them ready in the fitting room, and then I will come in and judge and pick the things I like the best. Understand?” his voice sharp, and statement blunt.
“And if I refuse to this ridiculous task, then what?” you shot back. You were not about to take orders from him, because honestly you didn’t want to be here as much as he didn’t. But of course here the two of you were standing in the mall. To be honest you weren’t even sure why Luke was carrying on with this charade to begin with, not like he couldn’t have made up some lie that he had a girlfriend from a different school or something.
“Princess,” he sighed out, “How many times do I have to tell you we are playing by my rules which means, you do as I say or there will be consequences.” he fired back, with a slight crooked smile that you were beginning to think was just natural to him.
“Oh and what consequences could there possibly be for me, I’m not the one who’s trying to hide a secret from my frat brothers now am I?” seriously though what could he possibly do you were a nobody compared to him, you had never done anything before in your life.
“Baby girl do you forget that I can make anyone believe anything I tell them?” he raised his eyebrow before taking my chin in his hand. Seriously he is like a walking cliche of a typical frat boy you see in the movies you thought. “Now go get shopping we have a lot of work to do on you today before this party tonight.” he said calmly this time, while letting go of my chin and shoving me lightly into the store.
As I stood in the entranceway completely overwhelmed by the amount of clothes surrounding you and all the different styles as well. As you began to browse through you pulled some skirts, and dresses, some jeans, and tops you thought were cute. As you continued to shop one of the sales associates offered to start you up a room, and as you began to make your way over you felt a hand slide across the bottom of your back you were about to turn and slap the creep who was touching you when of course you heard the all too familiar voice of Luke.
“You ready to give me a fashion show baby girl?” he cooed before walking with you to the change room.
You were never one to be very self conscious about yourself while shopping, you knew what you liked and what you didn’t. You knew what looked good on you and what didn’t but all of the sudden there was a sense of dread creeping into your mind. You had never had to show off outfits to a guy who could easily tear you to shreds because he didn’t approve. As you put the first dress on you honestly didn’t know what you thought of it. It fit nice but you weren’t wowed by it. As you walked out you could feel Luke staring at you, checking over every inch of your look.
“You don’t look comfortable at all,” he stated, since when did he care if I was comfortable or not. I swear he was so back and forth with how he acted you were starting to get whiplash.
“To be honest I’m not really used to having to dress for a guy, and having him approve of my outfit choice or not.” you said firmly, but a little timidly.
“Okay, fair, how about you put on something you would wear to a party and I’ll say yes or no that way it’s still your style, but just approved by me instead of you trying to dress for me?” he smiled kindly as he leaned against the wall near the entrance of your change room. This was getting weird you thought. First he was bossing you around like an army sergeant, and now he was being chill. What the heck was going on? As you got back into the change room you began to look at the choices you had in front of you, dresses, skirts, tops, and pants all staring back at you, but then it clicked, the clothes were just one part of the outfit you could still add shoes, and jewelry and soon enough the perfect outfit came to mind. You put on a pair of black jeans rolled them to ankle length, put on a oversized olive green tee-shirt, and that was it you had the other pieces at home. As you walked out you stopped Luke before he could make a comment.
“Before you say a word about how simple and boring this outfit looks, imagine it with a pair of black boots, leather jacket, and some gold accessories.” you said it all so fast it took him a minute to process what you said. He straightened himself from the wall and slowly walked around you.
“I like it,” he said simply.
“Really?” you didn’t think that it would be this easy.
“Yes really,” he said back with a little bit of sass.
“Well thanks I guess, I’ll go get changed and meet you outside.” You made your way into the change room again, getting back into your normal clothes, grabbing the clothes you didn’t want and leaving them with the girl at the fitting room, before making your way to the till.
“What do you think you’re doing Luke?” Luke came up beside you.
“Uhm, paying for the clothes you wanted me to buy,” you said a little confused.
“Well I realize that smartass, but I thought I told you I was paying for them,” was he serious right now, and sure enough he grabbed the pieces from your hand, and stood in line with you. As you stared at him trying to figure out what the heck was really going on with this whole situation, he turned to you. “If you’re going to stare at me like that you might as well take a picture.” a cocky smile painted his face again and there was the cocky asshole you had met last night.
“Clever, find that in your book wit there Hemmings?” you retorted.
“Honey, no need to get feisty right now, we still have all day together,” he wrapped his arm around you pulling you to his side, smiling and staring straight ahead, until you two were called to the register.
Seriously you thought, you weren’t around the school you didn’t have to pretend to be boyfriend, and girlfriend, at the moment, but here he was treating you as exactly that. There had to be more to this arrangement then he was letting on, but what could it be. Finally, after paying, you both made your way out of the store, and into the mall Luke’s hand still wrapped around your waist.
“Okay Hemmings what the heck is going on?” you finally said as you were walking through the mall towards the parking lot.
“What do you mean?” he said only half paying attention.
“You keep treating me like your girlfriend, even though we haven’t seen one person from your frat or the frats on campus, you are back in forth in how you act, one minute you’re acting sweet and the next you’re a cocky asshole, and I really don’t know which one is going to come up next.” You rambled on. Finally he stopped walking, and stood in front of you.
“Lets just say that there might not be any one from the fraternities watching us here, but there are a lot of things you don’t know about me baby girl.” his words continued to run through your brain, as you two made your way to the car.
What could he possibly mean by that you thought, and all of the sudden you felt that your little secret with him was going to be anything but little by the time your arrangement was done.