The Makeover [LONG HIATUS]

Chapter 4 - There is no better type of revenge than betrayal.

Hello, I'd like to begin my A/N by thanking all of you for reading this book, because I know that most of you will be to lazy to read the rest of the note and will scroll past my gratitude. Anyway, this chapter isn't as good as it could have been, the reason being is the time I wrote it at (9pm-2am), I usually write my chapters at later times, publish them and then edit them over the period of seven days.

Also, the time is going quickly because i want to get to the good bit so bad, so im sorry if it irritates you that i skipped 3 months (the whole of her break i think) but oh well.

Dedicated to SjSmells- because she is the most amazing friend ever irl and I aDORE her! Check her story "Enclosuré" out, it's fan-tabulous!!

- A
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Chapter 4 - There is no better type of revenge than betrayal.

3 months later...

"Today's the day." I thought to myself, fidgeting with the skimpy outfit Layla had ordered me to wear. It wasn't terrible, at leat, not as terrible not as the dress she was wearing, but it still revealed too much. I wore a loose top with a V neck, it was transparent but not too revealing and left some things to imagination. Or at least, that's what I was telling myself. She had paired it with denim shorts, that barely reached my knees, they stopped halfway between my thighs and knees, they're unbearably short. Over the top of the t-shirt I wore an unbuttoned flannel, That I was hugging onto for dear life and the remainder of my dignity.

Layla, was wearing a black leather dress, paired with a thin fur coat. I thanked God the coat wasn't too thick, otherwise she'd look like a pimp. Her hair was in a French braid and sealed at the back of her in a messy bun. Her face seemed almost bare, though it glowed slightly, complimenting her simple features.

Today was the first day of semester, the day everyone would be aware of my makeover. Layla, had come over to my house at 5am and dragged me out of bed, interrupting my extremely interesting dream, in which Zac Efron had realised his undying love for me and proposed to me. Layla had woken me up before I could reply! She then straightened my hair, ignoring me as I complained and yelled profanities at her for making me leave Zac and killed time by painting my face with makeup, as well as her own. Most of my make up was the same, but she had done something called a 'smoky eye' to compliment my turquoise orbs and instead of merely applying lipgloss to my lips, she smeared a red YSL lipstick, with a cold undertone across them, making me look like I was getting ready to go clubbing.

"It's the first day, you have to look hot and stand out from the average weirdos." She smiled, applying bronzer to my cheekbones, ignoring the fact that I used to be an average weirdo. This girl needs a filter for her mouth. "this will enhance your cheekbones-"

"But I don't have cheekbones." I cut her off.

"It'll make it look like you do." She replied, irritated that I had interrupted her for the 39384848th time today. "And we all have cheekbones, dummy."

"But I don't have cheekbones..." I repeated, still confused.

"Oh my God, you're such a rat sometimes." She growled, putting away her bronzer, after attacking my poor cheeks with it, the bronzer smelt like cocoa powder, making me want to lick it off my face, I probably would if it wasn't impossible.

I watched as she packed her makeup away with great care, as if the foundation bottles would explode if she didn't just throw them into her bag like a normal human being. Her expression turned serious, as she turned and looked at me straight in the eye, I felt like I had killed a smurf.

"You're ready, now just remember what I taught you about how to act, you do not converse with losers, forget all your old friend-"

"I didn't have friends and I remember what you told me." I watched as Layla's expression softened slightly, her blue orbs searched my turquoise ones sadly. Before I could react, she placed her soft palm on top of my hand.

"He really ruined you, didn't he?" She whispered, pity engulfing her pretty features. I was about to reply with a sarcastic remark, but she cut me off and whispered the one sentence I had always wanted to hear.

"You have a friend in me."

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"Get out of the car, Charlie!" Yelled Layla, as she banged on the windows of her car, catching the attention of the school security guard, his wage probably wasn't high enough for him to care, so he sunk in his chair and fell asleep.

We had arrived at school ten minutes ago, only then I realised that I was too scared to go through with this plan. Screw three months of planning! I was not going to walk through those doors, only to have several people snort and laugh at me.

So I locked myself in Layla's car.

"Charlie Lakes! I don't know your middle name, but I swear to God I will break the window of this Bentley and drag you to school and look just as intimidating as someone who does know your middle name!" Layla screamed, her face was getting redder by the minute.

"Look who's the nerd know." I retorted, laughing manically.

"C'mon Charlie, we don't have time for thi-"

"Don't you get it?" I yelled, frustrated.

"I can't do this, Layla. If I walk through those doors, I will have to forget everything, every single damned thing those people did to hurt me! You know what is even worse? I'd have to befriend them." I spat.

"The people that taunted me, bullied me, physically assaulted me! Hell- even my mother hasn't hit me, who gave them permission? You, I could live with, you only ignored my friggin' existence, but those people? I'm sorry darling, but by asking me to forgive them, you're reaching too far out of your lane!" I hissed, watching her tanned face go pale.

Layla looked genuinely distraught, like everything she had relied on, had fallen apart. I admit, it had. She had trusted me, to help her get revenge, but I had disappointed her, again.

"Listen sweetheart," she murmured. "I know how disgusting, being bullied is. Why do you think I came to a public school, God dammit Charlie! I was bullied in private school, people hated me, even though I was the richest person to set foot in that hellhole! They hurt me more than anyone."

"Wanna know why I befriended the bullies of this school?" She continued, "Because a wise man once told me to 'keep my friends close, but my enemies closer.'"

"I am giving you a chance, sweetheart. I am giving you a chance to get back at those wimps for ever laying hands on you. To do that, yes, you'll have to kiss their butts! But do you wanna know who's gonna win in the end? You. You are going to ruin them." She smirked.

"Believe me when I tell you this, there is no better type of revenge than betrayal."

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Well hakuna ma crazy witch tata

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A note for all the bullying victims:

you're beautiful, not ugly.

Even though it's short, it holds a meaning. i haven't seen your face, so how can I make such a claim? Because bullying makes us stronger, it helps us realise that revenge isn't the path to peace, but forgiveness is. Forgive people for calling you ugly, they got their vocabulary mixed up. They haven't taken the time to get to know you, you may not be extremely beautiful on the outside, but on the inside you're just plain amazing. I know that for a fact.

- A