in which she moves schools and he becomes her popular, attractive classmate. but what happens when things change, and she battles an undeniable, burning attraction for him?
("with benefits" trope)
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!! tw: strong language, making out (nothing sexual...
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- EPISODE TWENTY TWO -
connections original story by @wonylattee
song of the chapter: jazz bar - dreamcatcher
—— her
THE SOFT SILK of my robe hugged my body as my fingers ran through the dresses hung in my closet. My mother had bought me a variety over the years, but it seemed like I couldn't pick even one to wear to the Commemoratory Ball tonight.
At the end, I settled on a long sleeved black dress which hung just above my knees. I managed to zip it up without the zip breaking on me, and then adjusted the straps a bit.
I paired it with a pair of cream coloured pumps and a cream coloured cardigan, wanting to be prepared for any weather situation.
I stood up in front of mg bathroom mirror, wondering what to do. I slapped on some toner, wanting to make my dry face look as alive and moisturised as possible. I put on some concealer and a subtle pink eyeshadow, finishing off my eyes with a elegant cat-eye winged eyeliner. I dusted in some blush before applying my signature pink lipgloss. Puckering and pouting my lips, I decided what to do with my hair.
My hair had always had a weird texture. Not quite straight, not quite wavy, not quite dry, not quite oily. After what felt like minutes of running a brush through my hair in a futile attempt to manage it into a ponytail, I gave up, and just settled on pining it back with a couple of shiny silver hair clips.
I sighed, before turning on my heel.
I took a small purse that was hanging on my door, and in went my phone, earphones, lipgloss, perfume and pepper spray. I zipped it up, before slinging it over my shoulder.
I winced slightly. The cut from two nights ago was still burning and I didn't quite understand why. I had put cold water and ice on it, but it was persistent. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore it.
I walked carefully down the stairs. My dad was in the kitchen, phone in his hand as he scrolled lazily. He had told me he would drive me down to the school. I cleared my throat, causing him to look up and smile slightly. "Let's go!"
The car ride wasn't as awkward as I had thought it would be. I was careful to maintain a good posture, not wanting my hair or makeup to be ruined or my dress to get crinkled.
There were a lot of cars as we entered the big school gates, and we were lucky enough to find a parking space amongst the lot. "Have fun!" exclaimed my dad, as I opened the door and prepared to get out. I turned my head back at him and smiled. "Thanks, dad" I smiled at him.
