How To Be A Heartbreaker

5//Nothing can go wrong

Chapter 5

"I have the perfect dress for you," Dahlia told me when I opened the front door of my house for her Friday evening.

"You better not make me look like a slutbucket," I eyed the bags in her hands warily, I knew what she was capable of.

"But Ryan likes slutbuckets," she pouted. Did she just indirectly call herself a slutbucket?

"Just come on," I turned around and hopped up the stairs to my room and heard Lia open and close the fridge before following behind me.

I'd already showered before she came over so she immediately prepped my face for the makeup she'd put on. I relaxed under her skilled touch as soft brushes touched my face. I thought back over the last few days, a lot had happened. I'd furthered plan número uno, excelled at capturing Ryan's attention, and barely even got a chance to work on my project with Roman.

Roman.

We'd been hanging out a lot lately and we became really close; close enough for me to really start liking him. I wish I was his type, but he clearly thinks of us as friends. It's probably for the best, I'm too preoccupied with Plan: Get-revenge-on-all-douchebags. It was odd how easily I got attached to him in such a short amount of time; it'd only been about 3 weeks. It needed to stop- if I could limit the amount of people I got attached to I could limit the times they hurt me. I sighed heavily which Dahlia easily noticed.

"What's wrong, Shey-Shey?" She asked worriedly. I shrugged my shoulders as she finished my makeup and plugged in the curling iron. "Did Ryan do something?" I quickly shook my head. Ryan's been really sweet to me for the last couple of days, although I suspect it's to get into my pants.

"If you don't tell me what's wrong I'll shave off your eyebrows in your sleep," Lia threatened as she narrowed her eyes.

I glared at her reflection through the mirror as I started curling my long, brown hair.

"Sheylaaaaa," she whined as she walked over to my bed and face-planted into my fluffy blanket. "You never tell me anything," she mumbled.

"You're so dramatic," I rolled my eyes. We both knew that I usually told her everything. Well, everything except for Roman. It wasn't really a big deal anyway, though. A harmless crush that'd go away within a few weeks.

Lia slowly pulled herself from my bed and sighed, probably disappointed that she didn't get any information out of me. She already had on a sparkly silver dress that went perfectly against her light brown complexion. She wore black, over the knee boots that had had a heel that'd be easy to dance in. Her hair was straight and perfectly sleek, and her skin looked flawless.

"Are you ready to see your dress?" She asked me when I finished my last curl. I nodded my head and she opened one of the bag to pull out a short, red dress.

"No." I said immediately.

"Bitch, you promised!" She yelled.

"What? No I didn't!" I started thinking back. I didn't promise anything, did I?

"You should still wear it. Please? Just think of it as part of the plan," she started to make her eyes water, and I started to soften up even though the tears were fake.

"If I wear it, we leave when I want to," I reasoned warily.

"Deal!" She squealed.

I quickly changed into the dress only to realize it was more scandalous than I expected. It had cutouts on the sides of my stomach, and my entire back was exposed. The red color made my skin look like glowing ivory, and I stood in the mirror trying to decide whether I liked it or not.