"Jas," Sharlit wakes me up through the phone, "wake up! We have a big day ahead of us!"
"Shar, it's seven in the morning," I complain, "What are you talking about?!"
"We're going out tonight! We gotta get you a hot new outfit! I'll be over in fifteen minutes. Be ready when I get there," she orders.
I groan as my phone beeps, signaling that she hung up. I jump out of bed quickly stripping off my pajamas and slipping on leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. I hurriedly brush my teeth and plait my hair to the side, sliding on my white hightop converse.
Checking my phone and noticing that I still have five minutes, I grab a protein bar and eat it as I make my way back upstairs to draw two thin lines under my eyes.
One minute left. I walk back down the stairs that I've come to know all too well over the past couple years. I open the door just as Sharlit is about to do the same from the other side.
"You're early," I joke.
"Loser," she rolls her eyes with a chuckle. "Come on, let's go," she heads toward her car as I follow closely behind.
We spend all day at every clothing store I've ever heard of and then some. Eventually, we end up at TopShop. Sharlit makes me try on everything in the store until I finally settle on a salmon-colored, spaghetti-strap, flowy, V-neck cami and black-and-gold, velvet, vertically-striped leggings to go along with black wedges.
By the time we get back to my house, it's 17:00. I'm exhausted from our long day, so I jump in the shower to wake myself up. When I come out, my new clothes are laid out on my bed for me, but I don't put them on right away. I slip on sweats and a t-shirt and sit down to do my makeup.
As I'm rubbing gold eyeshadow onto my eyelids, drawing two black lines on top of that, and packing on the mascara, Sharlit is blow drying and curling my hair. It starts out as tight ringlets, but once she's done, she runs her fingers through them to turn them into beachy waves.
By the time we're done at 18:30, I feel like I'm gonna throw up. We've had such a long day, and we've been rushing for the last hour and a half. Plus, on top of that, I have no idea where she's taking me tonight.
I sit down on my bed, holding my spinning head.
"Jas! Are you okay?" Sharlit stops what she's doing.
"Yeah, I'm fine," my hands move down to my upset stomach, but as I try to stand, my hands fly back up to my head as I fall back onto the bed.
"No, you're not." She disappears and comes back a minute later with a glass of water and an ice pack.
She holds the ice to my forehead as I chug the water.
After a few minutes, I feel a little better, and, to be honest, I wanna see what her big surprise is.
I strip off my sweatpants and t-shirt and slip on my new outfit. I look in the mirror, remembering what a girl from school once told me, "Only people with an ass can pull off leggings."
Knowing what I'm thinking about, Sharlit reassures me, "You look amazing, Jasmine! If I were a guy, I would be all over you right now!" she jokes. The ends of my lips curve up to show that I appreciate her compliment.
I grab a black over-the-shoulder bag, stuffing lip gloss, a mirror, money, and my phone in, and I carry my new shoes downstairs. I slide them on just before stepping outside.
The winding roads on the way to our "big night" definitely don't help my nausea and headache.
After several minutes, I see the sign for Crave. A club. Or should I say, a teen club, considering we're underage.
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Stupid Love
Fanfiction(ONE DIRECTION - ZAYN MALIK) Jasmine kinda sorta maybe has five boyfriends. From five different towns. None of them know each other, so it works perfectly. But what happens when they're all put together in a band?
