Macy Grier has been bullied by the same nine guys for the past two years. When she gets a makeover will they treat her diffrently or will they remain the same jerks from high school. Not many errors. This is diffrent than most stories enjoy.
Luke yelled at m to come downstairs. And I did as he asked. Fianlly putting on my shoes.
"Alright let's-" I paused looking at Luke up and down. "What the fuck are you wearing?"
"What's wrong with this?" He jestured at his outfit. (Shown above)
"We aren't going to their wedding it's just dinner."
"I don't care! Your brother probably hates me anyways. He probably thinks I'm some fuckboy in a band who is going to break your heart."
"He does." I said
"Wow, your supposed to be helping!" He laughed
"Sorry!" I laughed with him.
"Let's get in the car." He said. He grabbed his jacket and we went.
The entire way there we were just laughing and joking with each other. Me teasing him and him fake crying about how much my brother will hate him. But when we got there I told him Nash would love him because I do. But it wasn't Nash I'd have to worry about.
When we got inside I saw Nash first, and so did Luke. "Hey, that's that guy who bullied you. Why is he here?"
"He is my brother you idiot."
He grabbed my arm, "What?" He whisper yelled.
"Yeah. I thought you knew."
"How could your brother do that to you? Why? And to think I got all dressed up for him."
"Just play nice Lukey Bear."
I still didn't see Nash's girlfriend yet.
"Nash!" I said hugging him. Luke was next to me and I could feel them having an death glare contest.
"Hey, Mace! How are you?"
"Good, good. Especially with Luke to help me with everything. Where is this Isabelle?"
"Oh she just went to the bathroom. Girls." He sighed playfully.
"Let's sit then." He said gestering towards the table. Me and Luke sat on one side and Nash on the other."
"So. Luke..." Nash said eyeing him. "How are you treating my little sister?"
"Better than you did." Luke grumbled back.
I slapped his arm, "Luke! Be nice."
"Ugh. Fine." He said. "Fine. I treat her fine."
"Don't get all fucki-" Nash started but I stopped him
"You whore!" I yelled.
"Fucking slut!" She yelled back. Isabelle.
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"Skank!"
"Hey! Stop!" Nash yelled. We both looked at him, confuzed. "No fighting! Why do you hate each other?"
"We don't." Isabelle said hugging me. "We are best friends. What are you talking about?" I asked.
" You were just calling each other whores" Luke said.
"So?" I said.
"That's what you do when you hate someone." Nash said.
"No. I said it happily. Get it together." Isabelle replied.
"Girls." Luke and Nash sighed. Coming to some silent agreement. I don't know what but all I know is that Luke and Nash got along the rest of the night while me and Izzy giggled and laughed.
