The Good Girl Gone Bad

Chapter 8: You can't make me

*Dedicated to the lovely peyton_46 because she's the inspiration for Rose*
*Rose's POV*
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The days flew by until it was Thursday, and word of Míguels party grew. I was at school walking in the hallway. I'd seen Ella less and Hazel seemed to be with Míguel more and more. When they found out about Míguels party, Hazel high-fived him while Ella stayed silent.

"You coming?"
I turned around to see who had interrupted my train of thought. It was Míguel. He hadn't styled his hair today and it was messy, almost covering his dark eyes. It looks good. Really good.

So good I lost my train of thought and just stared at him. I wonder how it would feel to run my fingers through his hair as his face slowly got closer to mine, and-
"Rose?"

Míguel interrupted my new train of thought, (which was becoming a bad habit of his) and judging by his smirk he had noticed my staring. I blushed furiously cursing my teenage hormones.

"Coming where?" I asked, miraculously remembering his original question.
"To my party." He replied as we began walking through the halls together.
"Oh, I don't know Míguel, I have a lot to do tomorrow..."
I looked up at him, yes, UP! I'm 5'3, a bit short, you could say; but Míguel? He was tall. Like, TALL. 6'1.

"Like what?" He looked at me.
"Well, I have this REALLY good book to finish and I have to catch up on my favorite TV show, 'Once Upon A Time' on Hulu, and Netflix awaits and-"
"Really? THAT'S better than a party?"
He looked at me incredulously.

"Umm....yeah." I looked back at him blankly.
"Wow. That's it. You're going. I'll send Hazel and Ella over to help you get ready."
I glared at him. "No."
"Yes. You need to get out more."
"No. I don't."
"Yes. You will."
"You can't make me."
"Yes, I can."
"No. You can't."

Suddenly I was pressed against the wall by a classroom. Míguels arms were on either side of my head, caging me in. He leaned down, his face close to mine. If I moved, an inch our noses would touch.

Part of me wanted to kiss him.
Part of me wanted to touch his hair.
Most of me wanted to move that inch and headbutt him so hard he wouldn't remember anything.

He leaned in so his mouth was right next to my ear, "You're coming to my party tomorrow, Princessa.(Princess....)"
I opened my mouth to respond but he was already a few feet away.
"This is your next class." He said without even turning around. JERK!

I turned and looked at the door plaque, '218 SCIENCE MRS. ADAMS'
How did that boy know my schedule?
I turned back around to ask, but he was gone. I shrugged and walked in.

Maybe Míguel was right and I did need to get out more. He was probably wrong. I'll go to keep Hazel and Ella out of trouble. NOT because he told me to.

I dropped my stuff on the desk and found out how he knew what my next class was. I had my schedule lying on top of the science book I had been carrying.

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*Míguel's POV*
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I walked away from a confused Rose. It's time to figure out what was REALLY happening with Ella. As I looked for room 60 Algebra 1, (It was Mikes next class) I thought about Rose.

She was insanely beautiful, with straight blonde hair, and mesmerizing blue eyes. Soft-looking pink lips, fair skin, slight curves. Maybe I don't want her at the party. Some drunk might- There's Mike.

I wanted to go after him, but I stayed back, trailing behind him. He turned the corner and I followed, stopping to right where I could see him. He was talking to Josh, Ella's first boyfriend. I could hear snippets of the conversation and heard Ella's name mentioned. They both walked away. Josh was somehow involved with what happened on Monday, interesting.

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***FRIDAY NIGHT***
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*Rose's POV*
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I was laying in my bed reading 'Paper Towns' by John Green, when my bedroom door burst open. I sat up and saw Hazel and Ella standing in my room with their arms full. Hazel was holding tons of hair irons, straighteners, blowdryers, sprays, gels, and brushes. Ella was holding a HUGE makeup case with dresses draped over her arm and shoe boxes in the other arm.

"Did Nana let you guys in?" I questioned once I realized that Míguel had sent them over to get ready with me.
"Yup, she got excited when we told her you were going to a party." Hazel replied, as they set their things down.

I lived with my grandmother who I called Nana, since my parents were always out of town for work. "These are yours to chose from to wear tonight, they're Ella's and if you vomit on them or rip them, you pay for the cleaners and repairs, Okay?" Hazel informed me as she took two dresses off of Ella's arm and displayed them, "Pick." She demanded.

I nodded and looked at my options; A black cocktail dress or a short red bandage dress with a plunging neckline. I grimaced at the red one and chose the black one. Hazel grabbed my desk chair and put it in front of the mirror on top of my dresser.

Once I sat down, Hazel began unpacking her hair things and Ella popped the makeup case open to display rows upon rows of makeup.
"What look do you want?" Ella asked.
"Natural, with winged liner please." I replied.
"I was thinking that. Hazel, beach waves."
"Already on it." Hazel said spritzing some heat protectant onto my hair.

Ella explained what products she was going to use and then put them on my face. 30 minutes later I stood in front of the mirror and faced my reflection. I looked HOT! My hair spilled over my shoulders in Princess Ariel-worthy beach waves, My skin looked even, my lips were a shiny rosy pink color and my eyeliner was sharp, the dress hugged my curves perfectly and my black heels gave me a few inches.

"Thank you guys so much!" I said, turning and hugging them.
"Your welcome. Don't worry about Mami, she's on a buisness trip and won't be back till Sunday. Now, we're going to get ready here, if you don't mind. Míguel's setting up." Hazel said.
"No problem." I replied and helped them get ready.

Hazel wore the red dress I had declined and looked VERY good in it. She paired it with black stilettos and nude lips, a smoky eye and perfectly curled hair. Ella wore a teal cocktail dress that was a bit shorter than mine and had flat ironed her hair. She wore red heels with a matching red lip and a cat eye eyeliner. We looked ready to party.

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A/N:
So, if you all haven't noticed, I've started dedicating my chapters. I've also started asking a question about the story or other things. I'm beginning to run out of people I want to dedicate them to, so, if you want me to dedicate a chapter to you, comment an answer to this chapters question (the best answer wins, and I'll tell you guys why I chose it in my next update) and the next chapter will be dedicated to you.

So, Question: What should Míguel and Rose's ship name be? Ríguel or Míose? Or do you have a better one?

Be kind, be positive, keep your chin up.

Till my next update~Rosee