"No."
I looked at Dylan, "Why?"
He unlocked the car, "We're still too close to the school, the security guards might start getting suspicious if we stay around here, especially with Amelia in the uniform."
I nodded, "Dylan's right. There's a small café near here, we can talk there."
We strapped on our seatbelts and Dylan started the car. Amelia turned to look at me, "We're changing first right?"
She insisted that I sit in the back so she could get "closer" to Dylan. I couldn't be bothered to argue with her so I let her do what she wants.
"Why would we need to change?"
She looked at me as if I had grown two heads, "You can't parade around in your underwear and a leather jacket." She scratched her arms, "And these stupid uniforms itch."
I shuddered at the thought of the multiple stares I'd get. I might even get charged for public indecency but I won't play into her hands so easily. I just have a feeling she has an ulterior motive.