.:Amu's POV:.
I sighed. I really don't want to go, but I'm guessing I have to. Otherwise he'll try to punish me or something.
I was about to open my dresser drawer when I heard a thud outside on my balcony. I looked up. Ikuto. He was holding a plastic bag in one hand and his car keys in the other. Ikuto stepped inside and looked at me.
"What?" I asked.
He held up the paper bag. "This."
"What is it?" I eyed suspiciously.
He gave it to me. "Change of plans. You're gonna wear that." He nodded towards the bag.
I looked inside. What. The. Hell.
I pulled some clothes out of the bag. "I'm not going to wear...
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