Broken Girl (Stilinski 1) {Completed}

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Riley's winter formal outfit above^ enjoy the chapter!! Xoxo Emily

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I sat on my bed. Tonight was the night of the Winter Formal. No date, no ride, not gonna be a perfect night.

Allison comes in and sees me staring at my dress laying on the end of the bed (image above on whole outfit). She comes over and pulls me up by my arms and puts the dress in my arms.

"Get ready, me and Jackson are giving you a ride." She says. "I'm going to do your hair and makeup."

"Ok." I say. "I don't have anyone to impress. I don't need you to do my hair and makeup."

"Stiles is gonna be there." She says.

"Stiles is gonna be there... With Lydia." I say mocking her tone. "You're the one who set them up anyways."

"And I feel really bad. I shouldn't have done that. I know how much you like him even when you never say it. I know you didn't kiss Scott on purpose. Lydia said it was because she told you that you couldn't get any guy you wanted like she could. So you said I could if I tried. And she told you to get Scott. And you almost did. And I only set them up cause I was mad and didn't know what was going on. And now I'm pretty pissed off at Lydia. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have listened to Lydia because I knew something bad was gonna come out of it." I said, lying about the story through my teeth. Lydia made this so much easier for me.

We laughed and hugged. "Now get ready, I need to do your makeup and hair really quick. But I need to finish up on my makeup when you're finished." She said. I nodded and she ran to the bathroom to finish.

I put the dress on. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked decent for the way I was feeling. I put on nude tights and put on my mint green converse.

Allison rushed in. She looked really pretty. She was wearing the silver dress Peter told her she should get. I must admit he was very right about the silver. She had a pair of black legging on under the dress. She had on black high heels.

"You look so pretty!" I said.

"Thanks! So do you, I love the dress you picked out!" She says. "Quick we have.... 10 minutes! SIT!" She shoves me in my desk chair and works on my makeup. She puts on natural eyeshadow, a wing of liner and mascara that made my lashes look longer but natural. She highlighted and contoured my face and finished with nude lipstick.

Then she puts my hair to the left and makes two thick French braid,which connected together when it goes to a place where there is no more hair to add and puts it into a fishtail.

I look at myself in awe. I never thought I could look so pretty.

We hear a horn beep outside. We both put on leather jackets and walk out of the house.

When we pulled up to the school, Jackson pulls out a bottle of whiskey and drinks some. He puts the bottle in her face,  as if offering her some.

"I'm good, thanks." She waves him off.

"You want to do tonight sober?" He asks.