Page 8 of Becoming His
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Fire
The next day I woke up extra early, determined to feel as good as last night. Connie was right; itwasnice to feel good. I managed to sleep with the curls mostly intact, so I left those alone. Connie also sneaked some makeup into the bag of clothes so I could use some of that. I applied mascara and rubbed some lip balm on my lips before brushing my cheekbones with some of the bronzer, pleased that it seemed to bring out the gray in my eyes. I turned to the bed where I had emptied the bag of clothes and was pleased to see a slouchy gray jumper that I would typically wear, except this did show offa lotof shoulder. But hey, it wasshoulder.Who cares?!I pulled on a pair of skin-tight jeans and rummaged in my wardrobe for the pair of black boots I knew were there. Finally locating them, I tugged them on and took a deep breath before looking at myself in the mirror.
I had to admit; that I lookedsomuch better than usual. I felt better, too, and even found myself standing up straighter. I walked downstairs to grab some toast when I saw Elijah do a double-take on his way past me.
"Are you wearing makeup?" He asked, peering at me closely.
I moved away and slid my bread into the toaster, smiling as he called out that it suited me.
I made my way down the school's hallway a mere hour later and wasastoundedby the reaction from my fellow students. Was I so repulsive that people were staring at me once I had made an effort like I was the new girl? I finally reached my locker and threw my things in, pleased that I had remembered all of my books for my lessons—I didn't want to be caught unaware again.
I heard a low whistle from behind me, and I froze, turning to see Chase Dallas looking at me appreciatively. Chase was in my history class and had never once spoken to me.
"Wow, bookworm, you shine up like a new penny, don't you?" He smiled, and I frowned at him.What is it with these jocks and their nicknames for me?
"Bye, Chase." I heard a silky voice say, and he made a face as he walked away, still checking me out. I turned to see Ray staring at me with her mouth hanging open.
"Erm, what is this?" She pointed her finger up and down at me, and I giggled.
"Bailey's sister gave me a makeover."
I left out thewhyas I filled her in.
"So you're telling me, Bailey Fenton showed up at your house and just offered you a makeover, out of the goodness of his black heart? Nah, girl, not buying that one." She raised her eyebrows as I groaned.
"He wants a date with you. It's for a bet. See it as charity.Please." I whined as she gasped.
"Whereishe?"
She glared around the hall as her brown eyes narrowed: she had located him.
My thoughts are with you, Bailey.
Ray marched down the hall as I turned to see Chase leaning against his locker, talking to Elena, the school bitch. Every school has one, but I swear she was the worst in the world. Chase glanced over at me, a smile playing on his lips as I blushed and looked away. Elena turned to see me, her eyes narrowing as she pursed her lips.
Uh oh.
"Of all the fucking things. You placed abeton whether I would date you? NO! I will noteverdate you." I heard Ray screeching down the hallway, and Bailey was making her worse by smiling at her.
"You're really hot when you're angry, aren't you?" He teased just as she reached up and slapped him hard across the face.
"Fuck off, Fenton, just leave Annabelle and me alone!" She stormed past him, and his stunned eyes met mine.
"I didn't realize he had a bet on Ray." I heard Chase murmur. "Everyone knows she is into chicks."
"Chase, really? So if a girl doesn't want to sleep withyou, she's a lesbian? God help us all." I snapped, moving away until he jogged after me, pulling me back by my arm.
"Hey, I didn't mean to upset you."
I stopped, glancing around the hallway, and noticed the different groups of people—the jocks, the nerds, the goths, the mean girls and wondered where I fit in.
"I honestly thought it was common knowledge." Chase continued, clenching his jaw when he saw Bailey striding towards us. "I'll see you in History."
Bailey stared at him with a look that could set him alight.
"A word,Annabelle.” Bailey spat, dragging me into the empty classroom room behind me.
