"I want you to go undercover in Calums gang and take them down." ....

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"You want me to do what?!" I ask in disbelief.
"I want you to make them trust you and then take them down."
"And how the hell am I supposed to do that?!"
"I don't know, find something. Be creative."
"Creative?! I just said that they could fuck off!!"
"Then you'll need to apologize."
"I need to apologize. They were standing in MY way!!"
"I don't care. You just need to-.." He was cut off by the door that swung open.


Dylan walks in. He has a bleedy lip and nose, a blue eye and some bruises. I walk to him and look him into the eyes.

"What happened?" I ask. I actually don't need to. I know exactly who did this. Anger fills up through my veins.

"You still want me to apologize to those jerks?" I ask turning around to Dean.
He sighs but nods his head.
"It's our only chance."

I walk upstairs to my room. I slam the door behind me. Let's get out of these clothes, think. I dress in something that I do like, and lay on my bed for a while. Then I go down and see that Emily and Charlie are home too.

"Hey L. You're ready?" Charlie asks excited.
"For what?" I ask her while I furrow my eyebrows.
"For your assignment. I'm going to dress you!!" She jumps up and down.
"What? What's wrong with this?" I look at my clothes.
"It isn't girly enough!"
"So?"
"Just C'mon." She takes my hand and leads me to her room.

She opens her closet and gets some way too girly clothes out.
"Try it."
"No way."
"Just do it!!"
"Yeez. Take it easy, I'll do it."

So I dress Into the clothes she picked for me. When I'm done I stand for the mirror.
"Oh My God! You look beautiful." She looks at me via the mirror.
I blush.
"You think?"
"Uhu. I really need to dress you a lot more often."
"Nu-uh. This is one time, and one time only." I warn her.
"C'mon, let's show the others." She smiles.

She takes my hand again and we walk downstairs. When I walk into the living room and all eyes stare at me.
"And?" I ask, playing with my crop top.
"If I didn't know you, I would do you." Dylan smirks.
I playfully push him and look at Dean.
"Am I looking acceptable?" I ask lifting my eyebrows.
"Yes, Charlie did a good job for once." He replies.

I smile at Charlie.
"So, what am I going to do?" I ask Dean.
"Well, while you were dressing yourself, Emily, Dylan and I made up a plan. You're gonna go to their house and pretend as if you're kicked out. Act dramatically. Crying, yelling, sobbing. Tell them you're so sorry and that you never should've trust us."
I nod my head.
"I can do that."
"Good. You'll start tomorrow."

Again, I nod my head and walk to my room. I dress into my PJ's and lay my clothes ready. I hit the pillows and soon, I'm sleeping.

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