When we finally got to IBC it was around 5:15. Cole had told us to be there around 5, but we're always runnign late. What do you expect? We're a bunch of girls.
"You girls are 15 mintues late." Cole informed us as we walked in the door.
"It's cool Cole baby. We're here aren't we?" I told him. I then sat down on the couch next to Ana and Pyper.
Cole gave me a frustrated look. I shrugged it off and looked around the room. That guy was way too uptight. Always bugging us and bossing us around. He needs to get a girl. "What are we supposed to wear?" Pyper asked.
Cole pointed to a rack of clothing over on one wall. "Take your pick. Anything off there is fine."
We walked to the racks and looked over them. "Ohh, i like this." Myra pulled off a pair of black capris and a green sparkly, crushed velvet halter top.
"She's going to look like that skanky-whore Britney Spears." Ana whispered to me. I burst out in laughter and everybody sent me strange looks.
"What?! Can't i even laugh without getting a weird look?" I shot back. I looked through the racks and pulled out a pair of green cargo pants and a yellow tank top.
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