When the weekend rushed by and it was Monday, I decided to wake up an hour earlier than I normally do. For a good reason though, I wanted to do my hair and makeup expertly. I decided to curl my dirty blond hair and braid a strand and clip it up. Then I curled my eyelashes, applied too many to count coats of mascara, a very glossy lip gloss, some light pinkish eye shadow and lots of perfume.
I had looked through more of Tyson’s pictures and found many of him and his many ex-girlfriends. They were all gorgeous and I had nothing on them. They were all cool, confident, collected and beautiful and they knew it.
While looking at myself in the mirror after the makeover, I noticed I looked quite different, but good. I smiled at myself and faked confidence out the door to school.
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Rose’s POV
As I walk to school, balancing the thoughts of my steps on the tall stairs and tests I have today, I see Tyson Steele. I roll my eyes automatically. That kid is so full of himself and is so clouded by his own petty wants that he doesn’t care about anyone else. He smiles at me, thinking that because he “smiled,” I’ll be like every other girl and just faint. Oh, please, he’s so stupid for even thinking that. Then, I see him talking to a girl, he’s always talking to some girl, any girl would give him their lunch money if he asked. Then, I notice he’s talking to a familiar girl. I frown confusedly when I notice it is Delilah. I thought they didn’t know each other, I decide to go up to them because I was supposed to meet up with her anyways.
“Hey, what are you guys talking about?” I say casually and interestedly because, yeah, I’ll admit I’m dying to know why they are talking.
He looks away from Delilah, and when his eyes land on my brown, poop to chocolate colored eyes, his smile brightens his face. I can see Delilah smile stupidly at him, her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
She starts speaking, “oh well, he was just telling me about his amazing swim in the last swim meet,” she touches him on the arm and blushes. He looks at her and then looks back at me with a triumphant smile.
Well, I try to be nice even when I dislike a person, so I congratulate him honestly and then realize, the last swim meet he didn’t swim so well in. “wait a second, isn’t that the swim meet where for the first time in a race, you got second to last place in?”
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Delilahs POV
I saw Tyson this morning and immediately took my chance to talk to him. I knew I had to move over to him before my brain rationally explained to me why I shouldn’t, I trapped myself because my feet were already next to his before I could just walk past him, like I never had the intention to walk up to him in the first place. Now that I was next to him I had no idea what I was going to say. I felt like I saw him glance away from his locker and meet my eyes in slow motion. He blinked before saying, “Hello, what do you want?”
I need to warm up to this guy, he’s obviously not friendly when I am not next to his friends or our mutual friends. I quickly say, “I was just interested in knowing about your previous swim meet, I am assuming you did well.” I feel proud of myself because now he knows that I am impressed at his swimming abilities.
“I didn’t do the best, honestly.” Then I see his face light up as he looks off at the distance.
I start to smile, thinking it’s because of what I said. This isn’t so hard, I can win him over easily, I think.
He looks back at me with an expressionless face, and Rose walks up next to me.
She asks what we are talking about, and I decide to tell her and indirectly let him know that I think he is great besides what he says. Then, completely bursting mine and Tyson’s bubble she says “wait a second, isn’t that the swim meet where for the first time in a race, you got second to last place in?”
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Eternity's Promise
KurzgeschichtenThey say good things happen to those who wait. Well, Delilah doesn't believe in that. She thinks you have to work for the good things in life. Delilah is right, but she is wrong about what are the good things in life, she's chasing the wrong thing.