The Popularity Project

{4}Makeover

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Sieara above

The next day at lunch we sat around our table as per usual eating and listening to the gossip on the popular table. Kyle surprisingly still sits with Chantelle and all her friends but has adjusted to sitting on the complete opposite side of her.

"Today's your big day." Ariana squealed, smiling from ear to ear.

"Yeah." I breathed out, fixing the glasses slipping down my nose.

"You're low-key excited." Lucy smirked, sending me a look that clearly translated to 'Why are you lying?'

"I am excited, I'm just sorta nervous as well. I'll be adjusting to a new look that I'm not used to, I'm scared I'll feel, you know, not me." I explained, shrugging my shoulders as I turned to look at Lucy.

"I get it." Lucy smiled, "But Sieara, if you don't like it, you don't have to force yourself to  adjust to being somebody else. If you don't like it, just revert to your usual appearance. Either way, you look stunning."

I smiled thankfully, as he words helped a lot in boosting my confidence. Sending a small nod of sincerity, I turned to Ariana who was quietly chewing on a slice of pizza.

"So, what are your last two lessons then?" Ariana finally spoke up, swallowing the bit of pizza she had previously in her mouth.

"History, then Physical Education." Lucy replied moodily after glancing at her planner.

"Art, then Physical Education." I responded, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face.

Lucy sent me a death look at my overly chirpy tone.

"It's not my fault you stupidly decided to choose History in year nine." I smirked, holding my hands up innocently.

"I regret it. Take me back to year nine and I promise I'd be smarter than I was back then." Lucy groaned, playing with her food.

I laughed at that before asking Ariana, what she had next.

"I have English, then Physical Education. " Ariana replied, after glancing at her schedule.

"Good. Then I can kick your asses in Volley to make up for my deathly boring History lesson." Lucy smirkd, flipping the bird at the both of us.

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Walking down the corridor to Art, I dug round in my book, silently panicking when I couldn't find my paintbrush. Looking through the zips and pockets, I stuck a hand inside, rummaging for the golden tipped paintbrush. Finally, deciding to give up when the bell rung, I began speed walking to class.

"Hey, S." I heard Kyle's voice greet from behind, causing em to spin around in surprise.

"Since when have I allowed you to call me S?" I asked, fixing my bag back onto my shoulders.

"I don't know. You're presumably the smartest one out of us two so, you tell me." He replied with a smirk, walking next to me in tac.

I simply released an unladylike snort.

A few seconds of silence passed, our footsteps tapping against the floor, the only sound heard.

"So, about the makeover," He begun, tilting his face to look at me, "After school, I'll be waiting for you in the parking lot, we'll go to yours and just crack on, yeah?"

"Sure." I shrugged, feeling slightly awkward as we discussed the makeover, "but question."

"Shoot."