Chapter 20

That neon yellow shirt, that bright blue vest, and those mustard yellow pants... I had no idea where they had bought such clothes. If they went out like that, they would undoubtedly be ridiculed by those girls. "Why don't you wear my clothes?" I suggested, tossing them a couple of outfits I had dug out from my wardrobe. "They might not fit perfectly, but at least the girls will like them." Benjamin eyed my white T-shirt with skepticism. "Are you serious? You think this looks good? I'd take my yellow shirt over this any day." How bad could his taste get? Frustrated, I gave him a light smack on the shoulder. "Hurry up and change!" The venue for the social event was a trendy bar near the university. When we arrived, Matthew was already chatting animatedly with the girls while holding Isabelle's waist. I studied the girls and immediately understood why Isabelle said they had sharp tongues. They all fit the influencer mold—they were slim, had fair skin, and dyed brown and blonde hair