I really wasn't. She had me in a pair of leather leggings so tight they made my skinny jeans look loose and a low, backless top that showed off my assets. To help hold up my boobs, she put on some pasty type things that lifted them without the aid of a bra. Not that my boobs were particularly big, but if I ran out there without a bra on, everyone would see how done my chickens really were.

"Look, I don't mind how you dress me. And I don't know what I look like, so I don't know how bad my makeup is. But I'm pretty sure I don't need lashes."

She grabbed my chin. "Hold still before I beat you within an inch of your life."

I couldn't help but laugh at the familiar insulting threat. Growing up Ghanaian, it was common to have your parents often threaten you with corporal punishment. It rarely ever happened.

"Listen, you beat me, and then who will you dress up?"

Faith tsked from the bed. "Hey, no foreign languages. I only speak Irish."

I turned and raised my brow. "I'm not sure Irish is the language you mean. You mean Gaelic?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm fluent with swear words."

We all snorted a laugh.

I finally acquiesced, and Sophie put lashes on me. Because I knew if I didn't give in, she’d just try and tackle me and do it by force. It would be a lot easier if I just let her do it.

She stepped back and studied me. “Hmmm. Suddenly I’m feeling red.” She stalked over to the closet and dragged out a slinky red dress. “Put this on.”

“I don’t suppose I have a choice?”

She merely shook her head, so I did as I was told.

While I changed for the umpteenth time, Faith flipped her magazine on the bed. "Abbie, how's class?"

"You know, I'm actually excited. I think it's going to be awesome."

"And is the prof as hot as we've seen in pictures?"

I groaned. "Hotter."

Sophie chewed on her bottom lip. "What's this about a hot professor?” Her full concentration was on my lashes.

"Just that Faith's obsessed with my new photography professor."

"Well, if he's hot enough to obsess over, maybe you should bring him around."

"What, I'm going to walk up to him and be like, 'Hey, want to come and meet my friends?'  That's crazy."

She frowned. "Well, I mean, hasn't he noticed you're hot? We're talking about boning him, right?"

"What is wrong with you two? I will not be shagging my professor. Who are these girls that shag their professors?"

They both just shrugged at me. As if I was the one who needed to get with the times.

I rolled my eyes.

Sophie smacked me for that. "I told you, sit still."

"Ugh, fine."