The Way I Love You - A Justin Bieber Love Story

Chapter Five: Cry Me A River

The Way I Love You

Chapter Five - Cry Me A River

I watched in the mirror as Shay began pulling her flat iron through my hair, letting it fall onto my back pin-straight.

I was over Shay's house, since it was the night of the big game--A.K.A Stratford Northwestern V.S East Ridgeway High, and according to Shay, Bonnie and Electra, plus the rest of the team, they were the team to beat.

"They've won every game against us for the past thirteen years," Shay stated, pulling the straightener through another piece of my hair, "And it's all because they cheat by fouling, plus, their cheer squad is the most peppy of them all."

I nodded, understanding, "So, basically..."

"We're screwed all over." Shay chuckled. "But, hopefully, the boys will up their game this year. I say that every year and we've still lost. In fact, I've watched them lose for at least five years, my cousin used to play for their team and I used to come and watch them play, and each time they'd lose against Ridgeway."

I nodded.

"But, maybe this is our year. We've upped our ice-hockey team, we've upped our cheer squad and we have so many supporters to keep the team members hyped. I don't know, I just think maybe this is our year."

"I hope it is, the guys have worked so hard for this game, and we're gonna be cheering them on to keep them going!" I giggled.

"We will." She giggled, nodding. "Done!"

I've never had my hair straightened, so seeing my hair pin-straight was very weird for me.

"Want me to do your make-up?"

I smiled, "That'd be awesome."

I watched as she reached for a floral bag that was sitting on the dressing table in front of us, zipping it open, and pouring all that was in there on the table.

She reached for a light brown tube and a small brush and began dabbing the liquid onto my face.

"What is that?"

She chuckled, "Concealer. You don't know what that is?"

I began to panic.

"Ugh, of course! Mine's just... Different."

She chuckled and reached for a darker brown tube and squirted a little onto her hands as she smeared it on my face gently. She opened a pink tub that had pink dust inside and used a brush to brush it onto my cheeks.

She soon reached for eyeshadow, which I knew because mom used it when she went to work, and brushed it onto my eye lids.

She then picked up a black tube--which I knew was mascara, and she coated my lashes with it, before appling a black pensil onto my lower eye lid.

When she was done, I looked in the mirror and my eyes widened.

I looked so different, but I totally looked like me, if that made sense.

I was never the one to wear make-up, not because I didn't want to be caked in it, but because I just couldn't afford it.

I looked up at Shay, an appreciative grin on my face.

"How do you do it?" I giggled.

She shrugged and flipped her hair, "I'm just good like that."

And with that, we both broke into fits of laughter.