Chapter 7

I rummage through my closet to find something that will please Michael. I settle on my favorite patterned skirt that stops at my ankle, and a white woven cardigan with Toms. I tie my hair up and spray a tad bit of White Diamonds by Elizabeth Taylor. Feeling pleased, I grab my backpack and walk out of my room toward Michael, who's waiting in the living room.

"Okay, I'm ready." I say, standing in front of me.

He snorts as he fails to stifle a laugh. "What are you wearing?" He practically yells, his cheeks turning red.

I roll my eyes, but I'm actually hurt by his amusement in my choice of style.

"But, this is my best outfit.." I say.

He gapes and then starts laughing even harder than before.

"Forget my plans, we're taking you on an emergency shopping trip."

"But I don't want to! I'm perfectly fine with the clothes I have. Plus, most of the malls here have already closed."

He shakes his head at me.

"Its not a choice babe. And I know a place. Now come on."

He grabs my waist and pulls me with him out the door and into his car.

My phone buzzes and I see I have received a text from Mark.

Bella, how are you? I miss you alot. Stay on top of your studies.
-Mark.

I sigh and ignore it, once again. Not even a heart, or an 'I love you'? Before I met Michael, I never thought much about the problems in me and Mark's relationship. Now I realize that I don't love him as much as I thought.

"Who was that?" Michael asks.

"Oh, um it was my boyfriend Mark."

Silence. Just as I thought.

I sigh and look out of the window. I can tell Michael doesn't like the fact that I am dating someone, and truth be told, I don't like it either. But then I remember Michael isn't a commited man, so I can't be attached to him, or my heart will end up shattered.

"You okay babe?" He says.

"I guess." I reply.

"Here, maybe a new wardrobe will make you feel better."

We pull into a shopping mall hidden behind hills and bushes, one I've never seen before but I pass right by it every day. He attempts to park but somehow swerves and misses the space completely.

"That's some bad skill you got there." I say.

"Whatever. Come on," he says.

I climb out of the car and we walk into the mall. Its absolutely deserted. When I say deserted, I mean no one but us. We go into Dillard's and toward the woman's section. I start looking  through through the clothing racks and then stumble upon an simple baige lace long- sleeved, gown. Its made with a heavy material. I pull it off of the rack only for Michael to put it back.

"No babe, try to refrain from clothes made in the 18th century."

"Hey, I like that dress!" I protest.

"You need clothes that can show off your hot body. Now go try these on."

I blush and hold out my arms. He plops a large number of clothes that I personally think should be underwear.

"Michael, I don't--"

"Just try them on at least." He says.

"Fine."

He winks at me before I shut the dressing room door.

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