My Irresistible Bad Boy

Chapter Seven: Terrorized With A Fork

Chapter Seven: Terrorized With A Fork

        It wasn't until the doorbell rang did I realize it was Friday. Correction: It wasn't until I saw Karen, Polly, and Samantha in my doorway standing with bags of make-up and a duffel bag did I realize it was Friday. The Party. It had completely escaped my mind with all the chaos that has been school lately.

         I stared back at my sister's new friends blankly, trying to figure out why exactly they were here. They gave me an uneasy smile before Bethany appeared by my side.

        "I invited them over to get ready," my sister said beaming. I think I managed out an "oh" before swinging the door open all the way for them to enter. The girls waltz in like they knew every nook and cranny of our beach house. I nearly coughed on their perfume that they were drenched in. The three let their eyes roam around our interior design with their mouths agape.

        "This is amazing!" Cried Karen. I suppressed the urge to scoff at their astonishment.

         The girls spun towards my sister and I, torture promising on their faces. They each grabbed one of our wrist's before Samantha said, "come on we've only got five hours to look our sexy best." I gave my sister the look. Not a look, the look. The look that clearly stated she would pay for this. Big time. Beth only grinned back at me before leading our captors up the stairs and into no man's land. A.k.a my sister's bedroom.

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       I slapped a hand over my forehead and dragged it down the length of my face. We've been trying on different dresses for the better part of two hours. Polly couldn't decide between a crystal blue dress or a navy blue dress that she brought from her home. Karen was having trouble with whether or not she wanted to be extra edgy tonight. Samantha had issues with multiple strapless choices. Beth hated everything she tried on. And me? I was trying not to blow my brains out.

        "What about this one?" Bethany asked as she exited her bathroom and twirled around in front of her vanity mirror. She wore a black, short backless dress that complimented her figure and managed to cover her cleavage. I stood up from her bed and crossed my arms, pretending to really study the outfit before giving her my answer. God knows how much she'd freak if I automatically told her it looked beautiful on her. Finally, as though I made an intuitive decision, I dropped my arms and smiled.

        "You look fantastic, sis," I told her while giving her a thumbs up. She narrowed her eyes in the mirror becoming suspicious of my actions. Beth was about to rat me out when Samantha entered the room in another strapless dress and squealed when she saw Beth.

        "OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!" Samantha took a deep breath before continuing her sentence, "that is THE one! You have to wear that to the party!" Samantha spoke while getting overly enthused about Beth's thousandth dress. I cringed at the gushing as Beth giggled along with Samantha.

        Polly and Karen soon entered the room and then it was a cacophony of endless girlish sounds. Kill. Me. Now. I groaned and plopped back down on the bed.

        My actions caught the attention of everyone in the room since they all looked at each other with evil smirks before turning towards me. They all stepped towards me in sync, like they rehearsed it or something. I eyed them wearily as they came closer and closer. I swallowed down the dryness in my throat as I began backing up towards the edge of the bed. The looks they were giving me scared the living crap out of me.

        "What are you...?"

        The four lunged for me, each grabbing a limb before hauling me off the bed and into the bathroom. I did not go quietly. I kicked and screamed as they held me down on the toilet taking out dangerous torture devices such as: flat irons, mascara, eye-shadow, and much more pain. My eyes widened at the ghastly sight and I began fighting harder. My sister towered over me laughing a sinister laugh as she brought down lipstick onto my chapped lips. I cried for help and begged for mercy, but they refused to show humanity.

        40 minutes later I was painted, primed, and fluffed as they stood me in front of a variety of different outfits each more horrifying than the next. Karen and Polly each gripped one of my shoulders, keeping me in place with their nails digging into my t-shirt. Beth and Samantha took up the liberty of figuring out what would be the sexiest outfit for me to wear. I did not miss the Cain Ryder comments that assisted their fashion hunt.

        After what seemed like forever with these people all four of the girls decided on an outfit that would scar me for life. Don't get me wrong it was a nice dress with a black top with matching belt and a light pink skirt. The heels were high pink pumps and they had rose gold jewelry to accessorize with. But that while it looked nice I knew it'd attract a lot of attention that was unneeded and unnecessary. Especially since I was already in the lime light in the eyes of every SCHS student. This was like putting a neon sign across my back with extravagant flashing lights.

        I didn't even bother struggling as they handed me my outfit and sent me off to the bathroom to change. I just simply complied because I knew any fight I started would end with me in an outfit ten times worse than this one. So I shut my mouth and took it.

        After all it couldn't be too bad could it? At least I wasn't terrorized with a fork this time...

      

  I know it's not much, but I've been so stupidly busy lately. I've been working a part time job, studying and taking the S.A.T, and loving up school (hardyharhar). So here is a wonderful little update. More updates with Mr. Delicious Cain Ryder will be coming soon, I promise. P.S. Today's my birthday!!!! Finally 17 :D