That's Evie above. Luv ❤️ Victoria Justice. -------------------------------------------------->
Shake it Off-Taylor Swift. Perfectly describing her care-free nature. --------------->

Chapter 1||Sweet Mother Mary?!

Evie's POV
"I'm taking you out whether you like it or not. I'm doing you a favour, missy. Be grateful," Chloe snapped at me.

Meet Chloe Spielberg. By the way, not related to Steven Spielberg even though she had the charisma to be famous. Tall, willowy, (if that's even a word), confident and most importantly, beautiful, according to her. And extremely convincing.

"But I don't want to go!" I fell back dramatically onto my bed.

Chloe crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me. Then she raised an eyebrow and smirked at me, casually filing her nails.

"I was planning on buying some pretzels. You know the massive, fluffy pretzels? Oh, you know the cheesy jalapeño one. Mmmmmm....yummy. Omigod totally gonna buy the ones -"

I groaned loudly. No fair. She knew she was gonna win. I LOVED pretzels. The small ones, big ones, fluffy ones, crunchy ones.

"Fine! I'll come! But you're paying for my pretzels." I quickly grabbed my jacket and shoved her through the door, eager to finish my torture quickly.

***

"Couldn't you have told me that we were going bra shopping?" I hissed.

She gave me that 'really' look.

I threw my bag on the couch and stormed up to my room. But then my subconscious growled at me - You wouldn't have gone then, would you? The grasshole was just trying to help. Remember what your new year resolution was, huh? Get out there...

Oh shut up.

Fine.

And she stormed out of my head. Weird...my subconscious was very active; sometimes I thought there was two of me. Though my living and breathing subconscious was Chloe, the girl knew it.

Even though we spent donkey years in the mall, we didn't buy anything. She told me to buy it over the Internet, because then it would be cheaper. And I agreed with that. The only shopping my family didn't do on the Internet was grocery shopping. Height of laziness if you asked me, but it was saving money for my mom which was important.

Since my dad left, things were difficult, especially financially.

Chloe had made this whole plan to reincarnate my wardrobe. Though I saw nothing wrong with jeans and more jeans and some more jeans.

Ok. Fine. Maybe she was right. Just a teeny-tiny bit right.

Adding a couple of things wouldn't hurt me.

"Bye, cupcake!" Chloe's sing-song voice wafted away my thoughts.

"Bye, muffin! Text you later."

"You better. And remember as soon as you realize which one you liked. I'll just make sure that it's good enough," she murmured.

If there was one thing that she could not do...it was being subtle. She spoke her mind. This was sometimes a good thing and other times a bad thing.

For example, I could always ask her about how I looked because she would always tell me straight. But bad things would happen when she'd be pushed over the edge because while speaking your mind can be a good thing, it could also be completely and utterly rubbish. In the sophomore year, our grumpy, worn-out math teacher told her that her skirt was too short. When she replied saying it was pretty, he said-

"It wouldn't make a difference whether it is pretty or not. You're just not pretty."

So...she lost it. She vaulted over the tables like cat-woman, and stood in front of the teachers desk. Then she replied sweetly,

"Just because you're a wrinkly, bald headed man, don't take out your frustration on me. Take it out on a whore in your bed in your OWN TIME!"

The class was silent before the name-calling of the teacher and the back slapping and clapping started for Chloe.

He got BURNED!!!

And Chloe was dead. She got suspended for a week and had to endure more bald headed freaks in the local care home. Community service was really not her thing.
I chuckled fondly and got down to my lingerie homework.

***

I stared at the three choices in front of me. A plain black one, a 'hot' red one (according to Chloe) and a lacy beige one.

I didn't even understand why I needed a bra change cause it's not like I'm going to whip off my top in public and strut my stuff in my bra.

So eventually I decided to decide the hard, extremely mind boggling way of-

Deduction.

"Ip-Dip-Doo.

Cats got flu

Dogs got chicken pox

Out goes you."

My index finger pointed at the 'hot' one.

Thank God. Didn't like that one.

Then I repeated my rhyme again.

Only to find my finger land on the beige bra.

The black one was alright I guess, so no complaints.

I picked up my phone, jumped off my bed, and ran down the stairs before promptly slipping over thin air and deleting Chloe's contact. Sugar.

I think I remembered her number... Maybe?

What's the worst that could happen, eh?

I picked up my phone and started texting her.

Evie: *Hey! I really liked the first one we saw...you know? BTW what u were wearing was #AMAZEBALLS? Where did u get it from? And thanx to all ur silly ideas I'm now 'getting out there'... ;) Luv u muffin*
bra choice.jpg.

I attached the image of the bra.

Then put my phone on the kitchen counter and waited for the familiar ping sound of a text message.

Hmmmm...this was weird. Five minutes later and she still hadn't answered. She usually answered straight away. Even if she was in class she would do this.

Ping!

Phew! Was worrying over nothing.

?: Hi babes. Last night I woz wearing nothing. Don't u remember? It was fun. And i do know where it came from...me. And what silly ideas did I give u? ;)

Schnitzels. Who was this? Sweet Mother Mary. This was the wrong number. I started panicking. I could have sent it to a hacker who cyber-bullies, a murderer or even a rapist. But, hey I texted back anyways.

Evie: Erm...who is this?

The answer was almost immediate.

?: This is Zach Murphy... Who r u?

Zach Murphy?! Schnitzels.

Evie: That is a secret I will never tell.

Zach: -_- really?

Evie: -_- really.

Zach: u know? Most people would die for my phone number... Nice bra... ;))

Evie: Oh piss off. No one asked 4 ur opinion.

Zach: Feisty. ;D

Evie: PISS OFF

Zach: XD ;D

To which I didn't answer. I couldn't be bothered. No point texting worthless fudge cakes anyways.

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Soooooooo, how was the first chapter?
Can I aim for 5 votes or 2 comments for this chapter?
Hope it's ok! Sorry took long to update cos I was wondering what banner to put in and how to portray her....hope it's the cheerful, carefree girl you'll get to understand a whole lot better through the book. 😎😎😎
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xoxo
Massive shoutout to Cleostabtra who made sure my work wasn't crap. Thanks darling!