Defaced

Night Owl Pt. 1

          The drive home is boring, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm still aggravated by my interaction with Kai. I don't understand how he can be so vain, so rude. It's like he chooses to be this complete ass when he has the option to just not be. I pull into my apartment's parking lot and head inside up to my floor. As I enter my apartment I am immediately bombarded by my bustling roommate Dahlia. She's shorter than me by a few inches standing at 5'5, I notice she has a small black dress clinging to her slim frame. Her short ginger hair is curled and there is not a strand out of place. I'm not even two steps inside before the words I anticipate come flying out.

          "Hey bitch, how was school? Perfect and easy 'cuz you're a genius? Yeah I thought so. Anyways, we're going out tonight. I need your outfit to be like level three slut attire." She shoots out as she drags me to my room.

          "Doll, I don't want to go out tonight I have homework and a new episode of my show came out." I sigh as the words leave my mouth, knowing they'll go in one ear and out of the other.

          "Oh don't lie, you always do your homework ahead of time so I know you don't have any tonight 'cuz it's Friday. Also, I promise you whatever anime you're watching will still be there tomorrow. Now let's go!" Her voice is slightly agitated that I'm not jumping on the opportunity to go to a hot and musty club where strangers will try to grope me.

          "I don't even know what to wear, nothing looks good on me right now." My voice is small and mouse-like. I am not entirely lying since I have put on a few pounds.

          "Are you serious? Every time your weight has the slightest increase it goes straight to your ass " She huffs, annoyed that I dare complain about my body.

          "Well that might be true but it doesn't stop me from wishing I had your slim built like a Victoria's Secret model body." My agitation shows in my voice seemingly matching hers.

          "Please, I look nowhere near close to a Victoria's Secret model. They're all super tall like you! Now stop complaining El! You want what I have and I want what you have. But bottom line, this isn't build-a-bitch. Let's work with what we got and be thankful that we're both stupendously hot" She smirks as she ends her little pep talk.

         "Fine, just go pick a dress out for me. I trust your taste more than mine." As I say this she exclaims in joy. Eager at the opportunity to dress me up like her own life size barbie. I guess this is build-a-bitch.

          I head to the kitchen and begin to make a caramel iced coffee. It's only 6:30 p.m. but I know it'll take hours for her to finish getting ready so I figure I've got plenty of time. I'm going to need this caffeine because knowing her, we'll be out all night. She runs back out holding a red dress that has ruched fabric. The neckline is sort of like a tank top that dives deeper than a normal tank top would. She shoves the dress into my arms and pushes me into the bathroom.

          I'm staring at my reflection not quite sure about how I feel with what's looking back at me. About three hours have passed since I've been home and Doll has managed to do her hair and makeup along with mine. She just put a bunch of curling products in my hair to enhance my dark curls. I appreciate this because I was terrified she would charge at me with a flat iron. My lips are painted red and I have on thick eyeliner to bring attention to my big eyes. She put some gel stuff in my already thick eyebrows that made them look super full and fluffy. As for face makeup my olive skin remains as it was since we don't have a foundation that matches it. Just a bit of concealer, contour and blush. The dress hugs my body, bringing attention to the slight curve of my hips and cinching in tight at my waist. The neckline dips low as I expected, but although my boobs aren't huge they look great.