The Makeover [LONG HIATUS]

Chapter Three - My name is Lakes!

Oh yes I did! I just gave you a double update. Dedicated to bnicole91 for being my second reader and commenter!

Recap:

"Me? Oh. Did you break a nail? Do you need Loser Lakester-" she flinched "to do your homework? Go on! Lay your orders on the table! It's not like I have a life to live anyway, you popular witches took that away from me." I ranted, preventing tears from rolling down my cheeks.

"Mike cheated on me." She blurted, fire dancing in her eyes. "And I want you to help me get revenge." She smirked.

Chapter Three - Howling like a hyena.

"You what?" I yelled, attempting to understand what she said. My yelling was useless, the halls were empty, since it was spring break. No idiot would stay after school during the holidays, even the trouble makers were gone, since the teachers removed all detentions on the last days.

There was no one here, other than the geek and the popular girl.

"My name is Layla Daniels and no one" she curled her lips into an unattractive scowl " I repeat, no one messes with me." She hissed, allowing fresh tears to roll down her cheeks.

"-and when they do, they get their butt kicked." I recalled hearing her say this to our former Queen Bee, Mallory. You can probably guess what happened to that poor girl.

"But where do I come in all of this? How will I be useful in your evil little scheme?" I growled, popping her delusional bubble.

And in that moment, Layla smirked and walked towards me. The whole world paused, when the click clacking of her heels stopped, in front of me.

She picked up a loose strand of my greasy hair, her face curling into a distasteful expression as she examined it. She twirled it around her finger and uttered a one sentence had me screaming in laughter, for what seemed like hours.

"You, my dear, are going to break Mike Posney's heart."

I laughed, I laughed hard, I'm certain there were tears running down my face. Layla puckered her face into a poker face, obviously angry that I was laughing at the "intelligent" idea of hers.

"Me? Have you seen my face? I look like Voldemort!" I spluttered between laughs, my stomach was hurting, but I couldn't stop laughing. This girl will be the death of me. Suddenly, Layla's look of disdain was replaced with another signature smirk.

"Not after I'm done with you." She giggled.

"What?" I questioned, genuinely frightened. Should I run? I think she's finally gone cuckoo.

"You, Loser Laker," she got my nickname wrong, she got my damned nickname wrong.

"- Are going to get a makeover into Charlie Laker."

"Lakes"

"What?"

"My name is Lakes."

"I thought your name was Charlie?" She replied confused. "You know what? Shut up! You just ruined the perfect suspense filled statement."

She stomped her foot and turned on her heel, causing me to roll my yes

"Follow me." She shouted.

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So, here I am. Sat on Layla's dressing table, the curling tong is barely an inch away from my head, I can feel the heat radiating of the tong.

"What have you got yourself into?" I thought to myself, my conscience had a fun time making fun of me for the past hour, repeating that makeup isn't going to make me instantly gorgeous.

When I had arrived, Layla had thrown some clothes at me and ordered me to shower, giving me clear instructions to thoroughly clean my hair with her John Frieda shampoo. I have to admit, I was expecting her to name a brand unknown to me, but she had chosen the most simplistic shampoo, which even in it's simplicity was out of my budget.

After showering, I dried my body and pulled on her terrible choice of clothes. A crop top, which exposed my lower stomach and shorts which barely made themselves to my thighs! She had left some lacy underwear, but I thought against it and instead, I wore my bandeau and her lacy panties. I wouldn't be caught dead in a push-up bra.

"Aw sweetie! You look so cute!" Layla cooed, as I stepped out of the bathroom in my not-leaving-too-much-to-imagination outfit.

"I look like I walked out of Jersey Shore!" I complained, pouting. My facial expression with a chuckle.

"No! I knew under those baggy clothes you had a fine body! All we need now is a little makeup and to sort our your hair!" She squealed, seeming overly excited about the whole situation.

She dragged me to her dressing table and laid a sheet over the mirror, blocking my view of what she was doing to my face. Before I could retaliate, I felt brushes stroke against my skin, the soft texture hitting me as a shock. I'd always seen makeup as a hard task, which required a lot of hard work, I was beginning to like the idea of it when...

Pluck!

Pain hit me where my eyebrows were.

Did she just-

She wouldn't-

She's not that evil.

She did.

Oh no.

"You just plucked out my eyebrow hair thing!" I screamed

"Yeah and?" She replied, bored.

"It hurt..." I pouted

"You're such a big baby!" She laughed

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am no-"

Pluck! It happened again!

And again..

And again...

Until it stopped hurting and I got bored of punching Layla.

She then moved on to my hair, which only took half an hour to do, it was the worst experience of the day actually! It was s-

"And I'm done!" I heard Layla squeal manically, letting go of the piece of hair she had wrapped around the curling tong and bending over towards me. After examining my face for years, she stood up straight and started fangirling like a Directioner.

"I have created a masterpiece! You look oHMYGOd you look gorgeous!" She smiled, genuinely taking pride in me.

"Look, look, look!" She removed the sheet from her mirror, revealing the face of someone who can not be me.

No, I was unrecognisable! My naturally tanned skin had been enhanced in all the right places, making my face look more structured than it actually was. Eyeliner was scrawled from the inner corner of my eye, into the outer corner in a winged shape, complimenting my turquoise eyes. There was lipgloss smeared on my lips, adding a shine to them.

It was all too... Natural.

I had expected to look caked, like GaGa or someone, but actually the makeup complimented my features and hid my flaws, something I didn't know anything could do.

"I-I look so.. Different" I gasped, touching my face to make sure I was actually seeing myself. Layla let out a laugh.

"Get used to it girl! This is your new face."

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