~The Forbidden Fruit~

~The Forbidden Fruit~ Chapter Five

"This is cute how come you don't wear this?" Naiomi asked tossing yet another article of clothing onto my bed.

I sighed and gave her the same reply I had given her the last fifty times she asked.

"I don't have anywhere to wear it."

Jemma and Naiomi had been here the past hour and were still raiding my closet and dresser, apparently I was a fashion hoarder. Whatever that meant. I was straightening my hair in the mirror of my vanity while Jemma pieced together possible outfits for me.

"Alright I've got it, since you want to keep your tomboyish side and we want to make you a sex kitten. I made a compromise, come over here and tell me what you think." Jemma declared.

Naiomi rushed over to the bed and nodded her approval, then she turned to me.

"Wear it."

I examined the ensemble for myself, a sporty red cardigan, tan cargo shorts, red peep toe Manolos, a silver snake ring, a red black and silver heart and cross bone necklace, beaded diamond drop earrings, and a large tide color block bangle. I shrugged and took it to the bathroom to put on. It was cute but pretty much me, with the exception of the heels. I found I quite liked it when I was dressed fully, my friends seemed to approve as well with all the squealing a wolf whisteling. Jemma sat me down and started to apply my makeup for me, I hated the way makeup felt but it was supposed to 'complete' the look. Jemma had a skilled hand at this type of thing, as much as I despised eyeshadow and mascara, I had to admit she did a nice job. What with the sandy tan color under my brows, the dark shade of maroon in the crease and the loads of mascara on the top and bottom lashes. My eyes stood out more than usual, Naiomi tried to convince me a red lip would really make everything pop but I drew the line instead opting for a light pink tinted balm.

"Are we done yet? Can we get going? I asked impatiently.

Naiomi held up a finger to me in the mirror.

"Not yet there's just one more thing..."

She parted the top layer of my hair and had Jemma hold some as she sectioned it off. I watched her tilt the flat iron down and turn it, my hair fell in a loose curl, I frowned as she did the rest. Once she finished she tousled it out for me and spritzed it with hair spray.

A broad grin strecthed across her face and Jemma's.

"Perfect." They said in unison.

I rolled my eyes.

"Great now that everything is perfect, can we please leave?"

Their smiles dropped and they grabbed their things murmuring to themselves. Together we went downstairs and out of the door, I locked up and piled into Jemma's Avalanche with Naiomi riding shotgun.

"We have to make a stop at my friend's house is that cool?" Naiomi addressed Jemma.

She began backing out of the drive and pulling off down the street.

"Yeah sure, just give me the directions."

I liked having pretty friends not that I was prejudice against anyone I didn't consider attractive, it was just nice to have a clique of good looking people. Jemma with her chesnut brown hair, blue eyes, small chiseled nose and big lips. By the way she was WEARING that strapless layered ruffle dress, accenting the paisley detail with a chunky waist belt was genius. Not that I knew much in that department, still I knew what was cute and what wasn't. Then there was Naiomi with her latin fire, jet black hair that never stopped shining, large deep brown eyes, high cheek bones, plump lips and a gorgeous smile to boot. She was stunning in her multi colored silk dress with zebra print waist band, hem line and sleeves. As I studied them I realized that they were the type of girls Jared goes for, he likes them to get dolled up and flaunt all that they have. Don't get me wrong I'm not insecure or anything I just like to feel comfortable, that is just the way I am. Walking around in very put together and fancy outfits was not my forte, nor did I want it to be, I liked my style the way it was.