Tales & Time (Lost Time Academy Book 1) by G. Bailey

Author:G. Bailey [Bailey, G.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-03-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

“You can’t wear that to the party tonight,” Tavvy protests as I pull my hoodie over my leggings and shrug at her as she stares at me with her hands on her hips, a disgusted expression on her face.

“Why not?” I ask. This is what I would wear to parties back home. I don’t think I even have a dress in my stuff I brought from home anyway. Tavvy tuts as I look at her green dress that compliments her blonde curly hair up in a messy bun and the light make-up she has put on. I’ve been too busy reading all the books the teachers have given me this week to even notice how Tavvy started getting ready the moment we came back from lunch. On Saturdays, thankfully, there are no classes, and we can do what we like. Tobias actually spoke to me at breakfast today with Oisin and Noah, but I haven’t seen Knox at all, which is odd. I don’t know if he is still mad at me for putting him to sleep. Everyone else seems to think I’m the coolest thing since sliced bread, and I don’t know how to feel about that. I usually like to stay in the shadows rather than the spotlight, like at the moment, though I’m happy I won the prize, which turned out that the best one on offer was a phone call to my parents tomorrow.

“Madi, darling friend who is badass and beautiful. Please let me dress you for tonight. Like PLEASE,” she asks in an overly dramatic way that makes me laugh. You can’t help but love this girl.

“Alright, nothing too slutty though,” I warn her, and she grins at me. I have the feeling she didn’t hear a word of what I said past the part when I agreed to let her dress me.

“Put on those tight, black, high-waisted skinny jeans you have,” Tavvy tells me as she goes through a box of clothes she had hidden under the bed.

“How do you know what clothes I have?” I ask her.

“I love fashion. I looked through your clothes on the first day to check there wasn’t anything worse than that grease-stained hoodie,” she says, not exactly apologising, but I don’t really mind, if I’m honest with myself.

“My mum gave up years ago trying to help me understand fashion or what to wear. I’m happy in that hoodie,” I tell her as I strip out of my clothes, leaving just my underwear on and pulling out the skinny jeans from the drawer under the wardrobe. I hate these ones, they are so tight, but they were Quinton's favourite, if I remember right. Not that I have anyone to impress, so...

“Your poor mum. Don’t worry, I will not give up on you just yet,” Tavvy says and then holds up a tiny little lacy top in the air for me to see. There is no back to the top, only the front which looks tight and like it will show off everything that my jeans don’t cover up.

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