His Bad Boy Ego | ✓

Chapter 15

"I can't believe you're giving him a second chance," Bella says as she walks towards the edge of her bed.

Bella always had a protective, motherly side to her. Her intentions are always for the best she sees for the people she cares most about. Sometimes I act as if she was the mother sent to me, in replacement of my birth mom.

"And I can't believe you gave him my address," she continues, laughing at the childish response I had given Landon earlier today. I couldn't help but to join in and smile at her. Bella looked the best when she is happy. Her hair glistens against the sun, her skin was alright bright and clear, and her preppy outfits always seemed to be on point.

Bella didn't belong into any "original cliques". She was always hopping around groups, hanging out with everyone individually; day by day. Many people love her presence. Some people hated her because of how popular she actually seems to be.

"Well," I rose my hands up to defend myself, "One, I needed a dress. And two, I couldn't just let Austin see me go out with a guy, he'd kill him."

"But, this is Landon we're talking about."

"Three, Landon can possibly kill my dear brother," I pouted towards her, "I can't let that happen."

She couldn't help but smile at my comeback. Bella shook her head and walks towards her closet; pulling the doors open, I never expected what would be in front of my eyes. It was a walk-in closet, but as a size of a bedroom.

Dresses, sweaters and shirt were all organized by color code. My eyes glistened at the sight of the dreamful closet.

All that could escape my lips were, "Woah."

Bella smiled at my impression as she puts her arm against the closet door, leaning on it.

"What is mine, is yours!" she brightly introduced before holding my hand. She leads me into the aisle with dresses, beautifully sorted from red to pink to white to silver.

I stood there dumbfounded as Bella started digging into her closet, moving dresses towards her left until she lands on the perfect dress. I started to walk towards the red side of the dress, before randomly pulling out a dress.

A beautiful red, velvet dress. It was short, and simple. I took it off the rack and turned it back and forth. The back of the dress was backless, the front was a short v-neck, that possibly stops before the chest area.

Bella froze as she lands her eyes on the dress next to me. Excited, she grabbed my hand with the dress and puts it in front of me.

"That's perfect!" she says, amazed, "You have to put it on!"

Bella squealed as she left the closet, giving me personal space to change.

I only have one or two dresses in my closet. Although my wardrobe may be girly, I almost never wear dresses unless it's on a special occasion. When I was a little girl, dresses were the only thing in my wardrobe; however I somehow grew out of it.

I struggled to put on the dress as there were thin straps along the backless side in support of holding the dress up. After about five minutes of irritation, I successfully slipped the dress on. The dress felt loose enough to comfortably sit and eat, but tight enough to hug my waist, emphasizing on my body figure.

"Okay, I'm done!" I called out to Bella. Within seconds, she sprint in and stops in front of me, staring at me up and down. She held up her fingers, twirling it in a circle position as I copied and spun my body.

Ending the spin with a fake royalty bow, Bella squealed and bounced on her feet.

"Aubrey! It's perfect. You look so beautiful!" she cooed.