Page 21 of The Devastation You Reap
Throwing the sheets off, I jump from my bed and push thoughts of him and his hot body from my mind, I've got other things that deserve to take up space in my thoughts. Leon Dunn certainly isn't one of them.
The guys are gone by the time I emerge after I've showered and got ready for the day.
"Morning,” Charlie sings, looking much more put together than she did yesterday when she finally joins me for coffee. "Your hair looks nice."
Lifting my hand up, I twirl a curl around my finger.
"Uh… just wanted a change."
"You got a hot date or something, you don't usually make that kind of effort?"
"N-no, of course not. I dunno, just needed to feel good about myself today so…" I trail off, feeling utterly ridiculous now.
Did I spend extra time on my hair because of the possibility of seeing him again?
No, I absolutely did not.
Liar.
"You should let me do your makeup too. Maybe that way you'll end the day with the possibility of a date."
"I don't need makeup to get a date," I sulk.
"You don't need to do your hair either yet here we are."
My lips part to argue but when Charlie cocks her hip and places her hand on her waist, I know there's zero point in trying to come up with any comeback.
"Okay fine," I say, knowing that now she's suggested it, that I'm not going to get out of it. "But I need to leave here in no more than ten minutes without looking like a clown."
"You think I'd do that?" she asks, faux hurt on her face at my words.
"Just keep it light… natural."
"You got it, babe. Come on, we'll knock him on his ass with your beauty, whoever he is."
"There isn't a guy."
"Honey, there’s always a guy."
His green twinkling eyes pop in my head as I remember him looking down at me last night with the moonlight reflecting off them.
Damn him.
To give Charlie some credit, the makeover takes not a second more than eight minutes and when she allows me to turn around and look in the mirror, I'm pleasantly surprised because I don't find bright red lipstick or dark smoky eyes that would make me look like some kind of drag queen, but instead, subtle makeup that only accentuates my blue eyes and high cheekbones. The foundation she's applied is even light enough that it doesn't cover my freckles.
To put it simply, I just looked like a better, less tired version of myself.
"Whoa."
"You had no faith in me at all, did you?"
"Um…"
"Come on, let's get your sexy ass to class. See if you can catch the attention of a fellow nerd.”
"Who says I want a nerd?" I ask following her out of her room, grabbing my purse that I left on the table.
"Honey, we both know that the only type of balls the guys you date can manhandle are their own… ergo… nerd."
