The Bad Boy Stole My Text Books

Chapter 2

The new and improved Nicole and the old Nicole is the banner on top or to the side.

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"Are you done yet?" I ask. I'm supposed to close my eyes, wait for Amber to be done with it already. "Almost..."

"There! Done." I open my eyes. "What," is all I can say. My glasses are gone, I have unkept hair, and my makeup is completely different. "You look hot!" Chloe beams.

"I feel... different. " I notice my hair is a jet black, other than my dark, auburn hair.

"How did you put black dye in my hair so quickly?" I ask, twirling my fingers through my hair. Amber and Chloe give each other a knowing glance. "Magic."

"How is this going to help me get my textbooks back?" I ask, getting up of the ottoman. "Will you stop asking questions and just enjoy this fresh, new look?" Amber complains. "Fine. But if this attracts any douches who want to get into my pants, I am removing it." Chloe giggles. "I think it's already attracted a few." I give her a glance. Chloe points out the window. There are little 12 year old prepubescent little boys trying to look through the window on the driveway.

"Have they been there the whole time?" Amber shrugs. "Whatever. But I am serious about what I said before."

***

"Where the hell are they?" I ask myself. I am waiting outside of my house for Chloe and Amber. Then, I see a black Mercedes Benz pull up. "Come on hop in!" Amber yells from the drivers seat. "Speak of the devil."

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"You need to practice your bad girl talk! You need to flirt with Justin. Flirt your way to your textbooks," Chloe says, walking up to the school. There are already boys staring at me. One boy whistled.

I shake my head, preparing for impact. I walk up the stairs and into the school. Here goes nothing.

Everybody stops what they're doing and stares at me. "Holy crap! Is that Nicole?" One girl whispers. "Dang, I would totally bang her," one boy whispers.
A/N pervertic much?!

Then everybody, like nothing even happened, go back to doing what they were doing. I quickly walk up to my locker, avoiding all eye contact from everybody. Today is going to be hell.

***

"Nicole! Over here!" Chloe sings. "Hey guys." I put my tray down, not looking up.

"Nicole, come on," Amber says. She lifts up my chin. "Better."

"Omigod, Justin is walking over here!" Amber squeals. Justin sits down next to us. "Hello girls." He looks at me. "Holy shit," he mumbles. I gather up the courage to talk to him. "What'cha looking at Keegan?" I ask. Amber and Chloe quickly get up and speed walk away. Justin blinks his eyes. "You. You look completely different."

"It's like you've never seen me before," I tell him. "Not like this," he says, getting even closer. He is inches away from my face. "You should probably back up, I bite."

"Right. Of course you do," Justin says, clearly embarrassed. The bell rings. "See ya." Justin quickly gets up and rushes to his classroom.

***

I call Amber and Chloe later that night. "What did he say to you?!" Amber and Chloe say as soon as I call them. "He was inches away from my face, and that's about it," I say. "That's about it?!" Chloe screams. "He almost KISSED YOU!" I scoff. "Girl, you are one step closer to getting with him- I mean, getting your textbooks back," Amber says.

"Yeah. But I am going back to normal once I get them back," I say. "Okay, sure."

"I'm serious!" I say. Amber and Chloe giggle. "I'm hanging up."

"Okay, my mom is about to come home anyways," Chloe says, matter-of-factly.

I hang up, collapsing on my bed. I wish this will be over, quick. I need to study for my biology test. Oh... wait? I DON'T HAVE MY TEXT BOOKS. What a hellish life.

***

I hear a noise coming outside my window. I get up, grabbing my phone. I shine the bright screen. Justin is breaking into my house, not even caring I am standing in front of him. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?! It's frickin 1:30 in the morning!" I whisper yell at him. "I know. I wanted to know what's going on with you."

"Why?" I ask.

"I was," he says, sitting on my bed. "Wondering."

My cheeks fluster, probably a bright red. "Why do you all of a sudden want to talk to me?" I ask.

"I found out what I was missing out on."

"Why? Is it because I'm hot now? Is it because my boobs are bigger? What is it, Justin? What is it?" I say a little to aggressively.

Justin looks down. I scoff. "Just get out."

Justin looks up. "Get. Out." He get's up off my bed, clearly mad. Then, he leaves. Probably out of my life. Forever.

I slump back into my bed. "What did you just do, Nicole?" I ask myself, looking up at my seeming less, empty ceiling.