Being a Queen Bee

Chapter 7: Back to the Basics

After I finished my talk with Ace, I got in my embarrassing car and rushed home. When I got there, I noticed something on my car that wasn't there this morning. Someone had spray-painted in red, "DORK", "FASHION DISASTER", and "NOBODY" on my trunk and bumper! Who would do such a thing?! God, kids are so cruel these days! But something that Ace had mentioned creeped into my mind. That other day when he gave me my limitations, and said "no more making fun of people". Was this what he meant? About people feeling really bad about themselves after I made fun of them? I hope not, because if it was, then this emotion that I'm feeling, is probably the most worst feeling in the Milky Way. Omg, I just made a science joke! Maybe I AM getting back into the motion of being a geek! Anyway, I went inside the house, greeting my butlers, maids, and chef. I live alone, basically because my family is so wealthy, that they bought me my own castle, just for me, and my six puppies, which are just too cute! I went up to my master bedroom, decorated with a Project Runway theme, and completed with a mini-runway, a four-poster bed, and a huge walk-in closet, with snippets of designer clothing everywhere. I have violet walls, because purple stands for royalty, DUH!!! I also have spotless white tile, five full-length mirrors scattered across the walls, a stereo, a "90 inch" flat screen TV, and a MacBook complete with a desk. Plus a balcony with a great outlook of the famous HOLLYWOOD sign. I know I sound spoiled, and trust me, I am, but I absolutely DON'T take it for granted, unlike some people. Moving on, I thought I would have to spruce up my room to make it look fabulous for Ace. I mean, he's not the first guy I've had over here, but he's the first guy that I've ever felt weak in the knees for. If you even GLANCE at his eyes, you'll melt like butter, I guarantee. But who was I kidding, my room was already perfect! All I had to do was get myself ready, and make my employees go home early. I could handle the house by myself, no problem. But I'll probably keep the chef here, just in case. So I walked to my built-in speaker and told everybody to go home, except my chef, and I heard quiet sighs of relief. I don't know what I do to make them act like that. I know that sometimes I scream at them to hurry up with certain things, but that's not exactly a crime. And I should know, since my daddy is a judge, and my mom is a fashion designer, bringing order and style in my household. But anyway, back to the point. I took off my really weary-looking clothes, and tossed them in my zebra-printed hamper. Then, I also ripped out my pigtails, making my hair appear glossy and effortless, like always. I kept in the color, since it complimented my raven-black hair, and jumped in the shower, bathing myself with lavender-scented body wash, which smelled awesome. I got out, blow-dried my hair, curled it, and teased it, giving it that cute but sexy Marilyn Monroe look that I was going for. I left my face the way it was, only enhancing my lips and eyes, making them look a bit bolder. I stared at myself, scrutinizing every square inch of my face. With my hair that I inherited from my Indian mother, and my big eyes and lips from my Caucasian father, I knew I was the picture of beauty. When I was done looking at myself, I smacked my lips graciously and headed to my lingerie dresser. I put on a black-and-white striped bra with matching undies. Next, I went in my closet and got out a purple jersey dress that had the numbers, 21 on it, and complete the look with some comfy knee-high black socks. I thought, the simpler the better. Lastly, I sprayed myself with some perfume called Alien by Thierry Mugler, which smelled just right. On second thought, I decided to add a beanie with the words, HOMIES, on it, and the doorbell rang. Right on time, I thought to myself. I called through the speaker, "Just open it!" I heard him come in, and the door shut with a soft bang. I pictured him looking around the house in awe, and that's when I made my entrance. I climbed down the grand staircase, and I knew that in this moment, he was staring at me like how Christian stared at Cher in Clueless. "Wow.", I heard him say softly. "I know, right?", I said under my breath. I saw him pull himself together as I reached the bottom of the staircase. "You know you shouldn't leave the door open, right?", he smirked. "I will if handsome strangers like you keep coming out of it.", I cooed. "Then I'll always, be here.", he growled. "Go right ahead.", I said. "Cool.", he muttered. "I brought some things that I thought you would like, being a nerd for a month and all." He is so sweet, I brooded. "Let's go up to my room.", I suggested. So me and him walked back up to the staircase, where he told me I looked really nice. I turned my head around when he wasn't looking, and blushed as we got to my room, him taking it all in. "Wow.", he mumbled again. Anyone who has walked into my room would react the same way he just did. Heck, sometimes I myself sigh in amazement walking up to my room. It's just that beautiful, and, it describes and fits me like a size 7 shoe. "So, what did you bring me?", I asked. "Oh, it, it's nothing.", he stuttered. I grabbed the packages and peeked inside them. OMG, they're were like nothing like I've ever seen before! Inside lay flannel jackets, high-waisted colorful jeans, LOTS and LOTS of nerdy shirts with puns, Converses, Sperry's, beanies, tights, and so much more! They reminded me of vintage clothing, but this was WAY better! He even brought me irregular-colored lipsticks in fascinating shades! (Ohhhh, I used another big word!) "These, are amazing!", I said truly. "Go try them on!", he suggested as he nudged me. "And I will!", I gleefully said. I changed inside my closet, trying on Outfit #1: A red-and-black checkered flannel shirt, a blue-and-red shirt that read, Math is like a piece of pi!, shorts that weren't too short, black socks that looked like cute cats, and red Keds. I came out, making sure his eyes were closed, and popped some Beyonce music in my stereo. Then, I adjusted the flashes of colors on my computer to match with the runway, and I shut off the lights. Camera flashes and whimsical lights went off, illuminating the runway as I yelled for Ace to open his eyes. Right on time with the music, I strutted on the runway, making sultry looking poses and throwing kisses his way. He was grinning like crazy, laughing and taking pictures. I got off and changed into more outfits, with him encouraging me and throwing random roses that were spayed across my room. After we did that, we headed downstairs again, taking selfies and telling stories. We watched the Duff in my movie theater, sharing Skittles and snickering at the funny parts. By the time we were finished, it was nearly 1:00 in the morning. "I had fun." I giggled. "Me too.", he stated. "We are definitely going to do this more often. "You bet.", I told him. "Thanks for all your help. Without you, I probably would've been the laughing stock at school. "Please.", he replied. "You're the famous Chanel. No one would've laughed at you. And if they did, me and them would go 0 to 100 real quick. "Thanks again.", I blushed. "Anytime." he said. We exchanged our good-byes, and I shut the door with a soft whisper. Tonight was a magical night for both of us, and I couldn't wait, to see him again.