The homecoming theme was winter formal. So we could either wear a silver, navy, black, or white dress. Kinda sad because those are very bland colors but oh well.
Vincent wanted to come with me to help me pick out a dress. As I parked my car in the mall parking lot I quickly made my way down the stairs and inside the mall, spotting Vincent. I waved at him and he gave me a tight smile. "Don't be late again, Clem. I hate to wait for a woman." I was taken aback.
"Oh, I'm sorry Vincent." He grins at me, roughing my hair. "Don't worry, just don't do it again. Okay?" I slowly nod.
He sat down on a stool as I tried on my dresses that he had picked out. He only let me pick two of my own choice. This is normal right? He just likes to be involved. I mean Zion is worse than this right?
I tried on the first dress.
I found it very cute and even with the black thigh heeled shoes and my short hair completed it very well.
As I opened it Vincent's eyes went straight for the deep opening of the dress the showed my cleavage. He shook his head, "No." I opened my mouth. "No." He said firmly, almost scarily. I nodded my head and tried the next.
The next was a very cute white dress the was tight fitting and showed off all my curves and stopped at my ankles and even had a little slit at my legs.
As I came out with a small smile he shook his head.
"Clementine...you don't want to be that girl. You're too innocent to be dressing like such a slutty thing." I blushed and nodded quickly undressing.
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Mister Popular
Teen FictionClementine, Clem, Reeves is a laid back girl who blends into the background happily. Never in her life has she wanted to be popular. She's seen the movies with the mean popular and vowed to herself at the young age of four to never be popular (even...