EroticReverie

Skye Sterling

It's been a week without anything written on my locker and it's almost worse to not have it happen. Because now I'm paranoid something worse is about to happen. 

I've avoided Avery, and have hung out with Dakota again, and tonight we're going to look for dresses for the charity "ball" the seniors have every year to raise funds for the end of the year carnival. 

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Max is with me and Dakota as we shop at Bee's which is a little shop with lightly used clothes, and has some pretty cheap, decent prom dresses. 

We can all afford new ones, but everyone love's coming to Bee's to find clothes they know nobody else will be able to go into a store now and find to duplicate. 

Max tries on pant suits and me and Dakota try on formal dresses. 

"It looks so good!" I tell Dakota as I place my hands on her hips standing behind her. 

"Look at these hips girl" I say flattering her, because the dress really does accent her curves. Dakota has a small chest, but a perfect curve to her waist to her hips , and her little ass looks really good with the fit of the dress. I turn her and show her. 

"Look at this" I gently push my finger under the curve of her cheek to pretend to bounce it and she laughs. 

Max comes out in a white pant suit.

"Max!" I squeal, my hand still on Dakota's hip. 

"That looks hot!" I say. She has a white pant suit on that fits absolutely perfectly but no dress shirt on under it. 

"hot dayumnnn" I say and Max laughs.

"It looks great" Dakota agrees. 

When the curtain to the dressing area opens we all turn our head and I see a smiling Avery, but her smile falls when she walks in. I see her look to me, to Dakota, to where my friendly hand is on Dakota's hip.  Then she looks back at me. 

A hand full of dresses draped over her arm. 

"Hey Ave" Dakota says breaking the awkward silence. Max clears her throat and turns and walks back into her stall.

"Hey." She says, her eyes lifting from my hand to me, then to Dakota, and she pushes a smile onto her face.

"That dress looks real good on you." Avery says. 

"Thanks." Dakota says with a smile. 

"You here to try on some for the charity ball too?" Dakota asks. 

Avery shrugs. "I was thinking about it...but I'm actually in a hurry and should probably just come back later and-"

"You can stay and try dresses on with us." I say. 

Avery's gaze flicks to me and I feel Dakota turn to look at me but I keep looking at Avery.

I don't know what possessed me in that very moment to offer an olive branch to the bitch who has tormented me the past 5 years. But I did. Because I was a sucker. I felt bad because she had plenty of friends to try dresses on with, and chose to come by herself? 

Maybe Dakota was right, maybe Avery wasn't like the others really. 

"no thanks." Avery turns up her nose and my hopeful spell for peace is broken when she rolls her eyes at me. 

"Ave" Dakota says as she goes to turn around. 

"Come on, stay..try them on...I want to see how they look...that red one looks so pretty!" Dakota begs, pleading with her friend. Avery pauses. 

Max peeks back out of her curtain and looks at all of us. 

"Hows this?" Max says swiping the curtain open and my jaw drops. 

Max poses one hand on her hip the other behind her head and contorts into one of those awkward stick skinny model poses. 

I die of laughter. 

Not because the dress doesn't look good on her, she knows it does, but because Max would never fucking wear it, and it's way out of her comfort level and Dakota giggles and laughs and Max strikes another pose, and I laugh and look to Avery who is biting her lips and fighting back a smile, and then a little bit of hope blossoms in my chest. 

that maybe Dakota is right, and there's still hope for Avery. That maybe Avery hates me for having people like Max in my life. While she has evil rotten bitches for friends. 

"will the boys just love me?" Max says throwing her forearm over her head and leaning back against the wall as if she will faint.

I laugh harder and Avery bursts with laughter finally and lifts her hand and covers her mouth. 

Her eyes dart to me and to Max, then back. 

"Don't worry Ave" Dakota says. "We wont tell anyone you laughed with us." she teases and Avery looks away. 

"The red one."I say. 

Avery turns her face back to me. Her fucking bright blue eyes looking at me, blinking. 

"The red dress." I nod to the dresses hung over her arm. "Like Dakota said...try that one first." 

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I try on a plum colored gown made of satin, that barely fits over my breasts, but come out and look at it in the mirror anyways.

"Holy jesus , those mommy milkers!" Max laughs as she comes out in her normal clothes , and Dakota does too. 

I laugh and slap Max. "Shut up!" 

"Zip me up the rest of the way?" I say spinning to Dakota and Max, and Dakota eases the zipper up the rest of the way. 

"yeah, this wont work" I say holding my hand on my cleavage pouring out the top.

"Works for us" Max says and Dakota laughs. I roll my eyes.

"Youre ridiculous" I laugh and Max laughs. 

"I need to find more to try on." Dakota says.

"Me too, that last dress just wasnt it" Max shakes her head and I laugh as her and Dakota leave the back dressing room. 

I step on the pedestal and turn slightly, wishing that the chest fit better, cause the dress isnt that bad. 

I step down though to go back into my stall.

"Dakota?" I hear Avery and turn, her head peeking out from behind a curtain. 

I look at her, her eyes widen slightly. 

"She went to go find more dresses." I say. 

"Oh." she says. "Ok" 

"show me." I say. 

"no it's....it looks terrible" she says and her eyes look over my dress. 

"Worse than this?" I say gesturing to the dress I have on. 

"It's a good color on you. Goes with your hair." she says and my eye brows jump, because that's the first compliment Avery Alexis has given me in years. 

"Thanks." I say. and she nods. 

"Come on...show me." I say. "Cant be that bad." 

She sighs. "Ok..fine" she mutters. 

I smile slightly and watch her pull back the curtain and ...god...damnit....fuck. 

The cranberry red gown, is all satin , fit's her smaller frame like it's painted on. The neckline plunching between her perky breasts. Small straps going up behind her neck to make it a halter like top. 

"How bad is it?" she asks pulling up the bottom part of the dress so she doesnt step on it, a small train behind her, and I forget to answer her as she walks over and looks in the full length mirrors. 

"god, I look ridiculous." she says as she stands on the pedestal and smooths her hand over her already flat stomach and I watch her suck in. 

"Stop that" I say. 

She turns her head. "What?" 

"Don't suck in....you're perfect." I say my brows pinching. 

"What?" she asks her hand dropping. 

I swallow, and hate the way my body heats and my cheeks flush as I glance at her chest, her nipples, pointed beneath the fabric and my mouth waters. Fuck. No. This girl is the devil himself reincarnated. Don't look at her like that. Don't think about her like that. 

"The dress. Is perfect." I say and she just blinks. 

"My mom will flip over the neckline. " Avery says and turns and faces the mirror. 

I walk over. 

"You can always have someone sew it up just a little, make it a little less revealing, but I don't think it's that bad." I say and step closer behind her. 

"I dont know anyone that sews, but yeah...I guess my mom could take it to-"

"I could do it." I say. 

Avery turns. 

"Why?" she asks. 

"Why?" I ask lifting a brow. 

"Why are you being nice to me?" she asks. 

I shrug. "Because it's easier than trying to think of something mean to say" I say and the corner of her mouth lifts. 

"So if snide remarks came easier, you'd choose those?" she asks. 

I shake my head. "Not right now." I say and look up at her and then down her body in that dress.

I swear I hear her gulp, but I dont look back up right away, I let my eyes wander over the satin flowing around her at the bottom of the dress, the way it cinches to her body tightly the higher up it goes.

"you're staring." she says. 

I nod. "I know." I say and lift my eyes to hers. 

Avery looks down at me, her pouty little lips parting to say something but then theres a gasp behind us. 

"Oh my god AVE!" Dakota squeals, and I turn as she flies in and comes up to the other side of her friend. 

"You look so beautiful!" she squeals and Avery smiles slightly. 

"Thank you" she says. 

Max looks at me and I give a half smile and she lifts her brows slightly, and walks over. 

"Really do Porter" Max says, using Avery's last name to address her. 

She looks at Max and smiles. "Thank you." 

When Avery turns back around , Max looks to me and gives a little smirk, and I narrow my eyes are her. She bites her lips and turns, and walks back into her stall to try on my dress suits. 

In the end Max gets the white dress suit she first tried on. Dakota gets a gorgeous bright yellow gown that flows with silk. Avery gets the red dress and I leave undecided. 

"Let's all go hang out at my place?" Dakota suggests and I look to Max who shrugs and nods. "sure" she says and we look to Avery. 

"I don't want to intrude on your day together and-"

"Oh shut up Avery" Dakota hooks her arm through Avery's.

"If you dont come I'm going to be pissed!" she says in an adorably cute voice. 

I laugh slightly and Avery smiles. 

"You're sure?" she asks and Dakota smiles.

"yes...I'm sure..." Dakota says.

"Me too." Max says and I watch Avery's smile lift even more. 

I love Max. And this is why she's my best friend. She's the ultimate spokesperson for "killem with kindness." 

Avery looks to me. 

"I'm sure too." I say and feel my heart jump in my chest when her blue eyes sparkle and she smiles a bit wider.