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only one buying me new clothes. Staring at the array of sweaters and dated jeans amassed across my bedspread, it seems like I may have accidently started to emulate her entire wardrobe. Just without the slippers. To say I am thankful that I forgot to return Millie’s little black dress before I left home, so I had something nice to wear to the only place I’ve seen Grayson, is an understatement. I might be ready to start living my average life and stop living in fantasyland, but I’m also pretty sure that didn’t mean I couldn’t dress well.
    Next week, I plan on going to classes and meeting people, not just loving them from afar and hiding in stairwells, which meant I was in desperate need of a makeover. Unfortunately, all of my savings from the small Pizza Hut job I had during high school had gone to my very own beaten-up green Volkswagen beetle. It isn’t the sturdiest of cars, but it would help me get around town and find someone who might be willing to let me work for them. “Hey, want to go check out the new burger joint I hear all of the football players love?” Keeley teases as she leans against my door jamb.
    Over the last few days, I slowly started to confide in her. Okay, that’s a lie. She hounded me until I broke about why I left the frat party early last weekend. I look between my piles of hideous rags and her stylish appearance. She’s dressed in her favorite pair of black skinny jeans, biker boots and a tight leopard print tank with sequin sleeves. Yep, I’m decided. I need a makeover right this instant. “Okay, I think before I can traipse around campus anymore, I’m going to have to find somewhere that will hire me. I’m pretty sure new Penmore me hates old high school me and is demanding money for a new makeover. Do you want to join me as I drive around and try to find a place to work? ”
    “I think I might actually know of a place,” she says, smiling at me and reaching for her faux fur handbag.
    I think I would have been relieved by her words had it not been for her smile.
    I swear that smile, although friendly, also looked a little calculating.
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    The club was a short drive from campus, and after meeting the owner/manager for fifteen seconds, I was already trying on their tight uniform in the back storeroom. A uniform that included a minuscule tank top, tight black leather pants and knee-high black suede boots. The outfit was kickass, if not a little risqué. Definitely not something someone like me, who just decided to embrace her banality, should wear in public.
    I was freaking out.
    “Lucky’s is awesome, and Nate works behind the bar. I know he’ll take care of you,” Keeley pitched when she first dragged me through the steel doors. And while her words were meant to reassure, I was too busy taking in my surroundings to hear anything she was saying. Before I had even seen the uniform, the place scared the shit out of me. Booths behind velvet ropes lined the back of the sprawling room. The dark ambience created by black-painted walls was only slightly broken up by small lights, which hung from the ceiling in silver birdcages. The entire place looked like somewhere I imagined Dracula would love to spend his time if he was at college. There were two bars, one directly in the middle alongside the dance floor and one right near the entryway, both covered in black reflective metals.
    For a girl who usually spends her evenings doing extra-credit homework, working at a moody club wasn’t ever in the plans. I stepped out of the storeroom and tried to walk with confidence back to the bar, where the manager and Keeley were waiting for me beside the dance floor. The tight black tank top, which exposed half my chest and the leather pants riding up and sculpting my butt cheeks were making walking with poise a little challenging. I was focused on ensuring I didn’t fall over in the new hooker boots, which meant I was mostly staring at my feet as I walked toward them. I didn’t see half of