Ever Arnolds; how my life got completely flipped upside down.

The Betrayel

It was the next day in my last class of the day, around four p.m. It was the only class that I didn't have with Callan, not that he bothered to show up to any more than one class.

And that one class he just stared at me coldly and then didn't look at me the rest of the class.

Honestly I wanted to run to him and sob in his chest and apologize and just kiss him, but something was holding me back. I didn't know, though, if it was my dignity or something else.

In this class, there was a specific girl who I never really liked, named Reagan. She was known for being a bitch. She was tall with natural bleach blonde hair and big brown eyes. She was honestly stunning.

I was walking out of class when she stopped me.

"Ever!" She shouted in the fakest voice she could muster.

"Yes, Reagan?" I spun around to face her.

"We haven't ever talked, sweetie! Honestly I want to get to know you. You and your boyfriend that is."

"Um well I don't really know what to tell you about me as I don't know what you will twist to turn into blackmail. And my boyfriend? I don't know if he is my boyfriend, but what would you like to know about him, your highness?"

"Tell me all of his, well, crazy spots. Places where you could touch, or even kiss that would make him go, well, loco."

"I don't know, just under his ear is one."

"Well what about the scar?" She asked. I looked at her like she was crazy, "you know the scar to the left of his right hip bone? If you kiss it it makes him go mad. He would do anything for you."

"H-how do you know this?" I asked. I was getting freaked out.

"Well, didn't your oh-so-trustworthy boyfriend tell you? Well after your little game of 'oh no, Callan don't touch me!' He came running to me. We did it all night. In every corner of my apartment. Every bed, every couch every-" I slapped her. As hard as I could. She looked like she would kill me. I felt like I was going to throw up. I turned away and ran as fast and hard as I could to Adam who was just pulling away in his car.

"I need a ride!" I said, urgently.

"Where to?"

"Your house. I have a boyfriend to bitch slap." He drove me home and before the car was even stopped, I was out of it and in the house.

Callan was in the living room with Charlie and Parker. He stood when he saw me.

"Ever?"

"Pull down your pants."

"What?" He asked. His roommates snickered and dropped some bad jokes.

"Pull them down now."

"Ever what is this about."

"I need to know that there is no scar, that she is lying please," I erupted into a fountain of sobs, "please tell me she is lying, t-tell me that you left to get pizza or visit your family, anything as long as she wasn't telling the truth!" I was hysterical now. Callan grabbed my arms and dragged me into a hallway. He grabbed a tissue and handed it to me.

"Ever, what are you talking about."

"Don't even ask me that. I know you and Reagan were together last night."

"H-how?"

"The bitch is in my last class. She told me. I knew it, Callan I knew I couldn't trust you." I turned and ran as fast as I could down the hall and out of their house and into mine. I ran past Maura. She mouthed his name and I nodded. I ran to my room.

I heard someone banging on the door and the door opening. I heard four girls yelling at the person at the door. Then stomping up the stairs. I peeked through a crack in the door. Maura was holding onto Callan's arm.

"I need to talk to her, to explain," he said sternly. She just shook her head.

"Not now, Cal. You need to wait until she is ready. You really hurt her," she said calmly. He hung his head and nodded. I waited for him to leave before I started sobbing again. Maura and Bay walked into my room. Maura just sat and held me while I cried and Bay sat there brushing my hair with her fingertips. It was all really calming. Once I calmed down, Maura looked at me and said:

"You know what you need?" She asked. I stared at her, "it's completely up to you, but you need a makeover." She said. Bay's eyes lit up. I nodded slowly and they squealed.

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It was a couple hours later and we were looking through makeup and accessories at a store. They said that instead of giving me presents for my birthday in three days, they would all pitch in for this. Including Kira and Sara.

So far I had gotten my hair done and done a LOT of shopping.

First it was my hair. They started by doing some sort of balayage in my hair. Sort of a messy ombré. Then they cut my hair. Fortunately my hair was long enough to donate what they got rid of.

My long hair was now falling in waves just below my shoulders.

Then my clothes. Gone were my innocent pastel clothes and in were a lot of white and dark maroons and navies. And patterned shorts and skirts and dresses.

By the end of the day, once all of my new makeup and hair and clothes were on, I didn't even recognize myself.

I mean, I used to never wear makeup and now my eyes were lined and had mascara, I wore concealer and highlighter, and I hard dark berry lipstick on. Plus a white shirt with a stripy pocket on it and was lined with maroon with black and white floral shorts and combat booties.

I didn't even see the old me. Just Ever Arnolds 2.0. And damn did I look good.

Callan wouldn't know what he gave up.

When I got home I figured I would record my video now, and it was odd how in less than twenty four hours, the lyrics to the song I would be singing became really ironic.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the girl I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly

Why he had to go I don't know he wouldn't say
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

Hey-Ye-Ye-Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Why he had to go I don't know he wouldn't say
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

Hey-Ye-Oh-Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Somehow, the song had captured my entire day, decades before it even happened.