BUBBLEGUM BITCH

CHAPTER 11

"And now for the finishing touch," Marina says as she dusts a flirty pink blush on my cheeks. "Viola! My masterpiece is finished!" She says excitedly. I look into the mirror and I'm taken back, I can't even recognize myself. As I look in the mirror, taking it all in, Marina is messing with my hair, making sure every little thing was perfect. She has a gleaming smile on, she must be proud that she was able to force all of this makeup on me, seeing as I regularly would just wear some mascara and lip gloss. There's about 7 pounds of makeup on my face and 300 coats of mascara, I looked very Marina-ish... and I love it.

Marina is taking us out to a bar today to try and find an unlucky fellow that I could use to make Barrie jealous. I'm still not comfortable doing this; all of my life I've been thrown around and been used by guys, so I know what it's like to be hurt like that; but if it meant getting Barrie back, I would do anything, even kill. "Now let's get you dressed!" Marina smiles as she walks into my closet. I slowly get out of my chair, not wanting to mess up my nails and my hair, and I walk over to my closet, where I hear Marina groan, "Oh my fucking god."

"What's wrong?" I ask as I step into my closet examining Marina's disgusted facial expression.

"You've got to be joking, Lana, what the fuck is this?" She says, holding out one of my favorite dresses by the sleeve as if it had rabies.

"What do you mean? I love this dress!" I say defensively, snatching the dress from her hand.

"For Christ's sake!" She complains, looking through my whole dress collection. "Here," she says, "Carefully get undressed and I'll help you into this one." She shows me a romantic red dress. It's classy, but cuts off at a extremely short level. Leave it to Marina to pick the sluttiest dress in my closet.

I walk over into the corner of my walk-in closet and hesitantly slip my shirt off. I wasn't worried about messing up my nails or hair, my nails were dry by now and Marina put thousands of layers of hairspray in my hair. No, I wasn't worried about those things, I was worried about Marina. I didn't want her to look at me while I changed, the last time she saw me without a shirt on it didn't exactly end on a high note. "Oh come on, just take it all off already! It's not like I haven't seen any of this before!" She says teasingly as she spins me around and unhooks my bra.

"Hmm, you sure have been pigging out, haven't you?" She laughs.

"What the fuck, Marina? You're not calling me fat are you? You better not be calling me fat because if yo-"

"No you idiot, I'm saying you might need to get a bigger bra," she says as she eyes up my boobs.

I uncomfortably wrap my arms around my chest and glare at her, "Stop it," I spit out and turn my back to her.

Marina puts on a sour looking face to make fun of me, "Stop itttttt." I roll my eyes. "Okay, raise your arms and step into the dress" she says.

I step into the dress and reluctantly raise my arms as Marina pulls the dress up over my body. I caught her eying me up again and I clear my throat. "Seriously, knock it off" I demand. Marina laughs as she zips up my dress. She walks over in front of me and takes in a sharp breath. "Look at you!" She says as she turns me in front of the wall mirror. I look at myself and I take in a sharp breath as well. The way Marina made my hair wavy, makes it look like a waterfall cascading down my shoulder. I looked breath-taking. I wrap her into a hug, "Thank you," I whisper.

She breaks the hug and rubs her hands together, "Now let's go find you a playmate!" She grins.

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"Well Lana, welcome to The Club" she says as we walk into the dimly lit club with the music blaring too loud and people getting too drunk. I've been here before, but the last time I was here was ages ago, and I was too drunk to remember anything. Marina grabs my hand but I pull it back, so she locks her arm with mine and we walk over to the bar.