I looked at myself in the mirror. Black eyeliner, pink lip gloss, perfect curled hair and a red lace top. Black jeans and tan flats finished the look.

This is it.

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"Who Pheebes what's with the outfit?" Max asked as I came downstairs.

"Doesn't hurt to dress up."

"Phoebe, cereal." My mom said.

"Not today mom I have to go."

I walked out before they could argue.

I had been starving myself for about a week now. It was to get my body in to preparation. I don't know. I was just following orders.

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Once I reached school, I found him immediately and came up to him.

"Brandon. Let's go." I whispered. His eyes trailed over my body. "You clean up nicely, babe." He whispered seductively.

"Let's just go."

We walked out of the school. Max looked at me and seemed to send a silent message but I ignored him.

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We rode the bus in silent.

Then we stopped in front of a house. Did I say house? I mean mansion.

Brandon held my hand and ringed the doorbell.

Then he whispered "Showtime."

Sorry guys. I know I haven't updated in forever but I was really busy.