"Remain humble, but still let these bitches know."
—
Alexa Sinclair
-two weeks later-
"Are they even?" Abby turned her head, her face meeting mine.
"Yes, your brows are even." I giggled, picking my mirror back up. I shook the graphic liner pen, taking in a deep breath.
It was the night every girl dreams of.
Well, at least me.
Prom night.
The theme was night at the disco, which means graphic wings and rhinestones.
I drew my liner on, the first eye being surprisingly easy.
The second not so much.
"Can you try matching this eye?" I handed the liner to Abby, she got on her knees, basically grabbing onto my whole face.
I didn't move a muscle, while she drew it on.
"Good?" She questioned, handing me my eyeliner. I looked at myself.
"Perfect." I smiled, preparing the lash glue.
It's time to get to sticking.
Abby was doing a smokey eye, rhinestones acting as her eyeliner.
I grabbed my ringing phone, putting it on speaker. "Hey, i'm getting ready." I said, holding the gem with some plastic tweezers.
"I'm on speaker." I added, uneasily.
He has a crazy mouth.
"Ight that's fine. Babe, do I have to wear a suit?" Tom whined over the phone, I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, you have to wear a suit."
"But my dick needs something more breathable, ion like tight pants." I just told him I was on speaker, what did he not understand?
"Well, your dick can suck it, it's prom. You have to wear a suit." I didn't make room for argument, the line went silent for a moment.
"Or you could—"
I pressed end call, turning my phone off.
I drew out a line with my lash glue, waiting for it to dry. I was going to glue every gem on individually, but then I thought it would be smarter to put the glue on my eye.
I'm very smart. (It was Abby's idea)
"Kay, i'm done how's it look?"
I dropped my hand away from my eye that I had been previously fanning, looking at her.
"Like the sexiest bitch alive." I gave her a high five, she squealed. "I can help with your hair now?" Abby suggested.
Yes please.
"Carefully take out the rollers, sometimes they rip my hair out. Please do not do that." I winced, she scooted behind me. "I got you."
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