Running Rogue

Chapter 2: Creepy Curling Irons

This chapter is a little a better than the first. I promise the story will improve as it progresses. Anyways thanks for reading as always. 

I was almost done curling Matisse's hair, her usually frizzy dull golden hair was now shiny and bouncy. I let her look at her reflection in the mirror, while twirling the loops around. She looked hot. 

Matisse and I were going to shopping for winter formal dresses. Normally I wouldn't have even considered going to a school dance but since I actually had a close friend now, I didn't really understand why we shouldn't go as friends and mingle. Or tell ourselves we were practicing going stag for prom.

Matisse and I had actually become good friends. We were still kind of ostracized by people like Allison Port and the other exclusive groups of the school. I had all my other acquaintances and we were slowly raising a new force. We kind of broke off into groups Matisse and I shared some classes so we planned in those classes then Nikki and Tayla planned in their classes.

We watched the people that were loners, bullied or mistreated for some odd reason. Then we made friends and had fun times and we all kind of fit in, some people found they liked stuff that they never would have thought to try. It was really just a group of people who didn't fit anywhere else. 

Everything was great except for my temper. I found myself getting ticked off at the smallest things. I never would have considered myself a violent person but violence tended to be my first mental resort. 

Don't get me wrong I was still socially awkward but I was spending time with socially awkward kids that were way more awkward than I was.

I was the bubbly and animated one of the group sometimes. Sometimes I was still withdrawn though, because sometimes everyone together made me feel small in an overwhelming way.

Even though I was doing better with others there was still an annoying pull with everything, I always felt like I was forgetting something and it drove me crazy. It was on the tip of my tongue and I just couldn't get it out but I needed to. Yesterday I had a violent episode where I flipped all the chairs in my living room and sliced my hand open with a knife while washing dishes. I didn't bother cleaning the cut and I let the blood drip dry while going about my business. 

It was sick, yes I know. I just couldn't help it I felt itchy and hyper all the time. The cut scabbed over and looked like an average cut in the morning anyway. My mom did not even come home last night so I was able to clean up and invite Matisse over.

It was actually Matisse's idea. Matisse could be very convincing, she persuaded me out of my shell a little more every day I spent with her.

She told me that the name Elle was sexy and mature. Sometimes I thought it was a little too girly but it was still okay. Kevin and Stephen came around sometimes too. I thought that Kevin and Matisse had a think going on but I never was good at picking up on those things. 

You would never believe that Matisse used to be shy, she flirted like it was nobody's business. All she needed was a wingman or a friend to back her up.

"Ow" Matisse said.

I had accidentally burned her ear with the curling iron when I zoned out thinking. I apologized quickly and said,

"Beauty takes pain"

She huffed but she didn't respond she knew it was true.

Alas I was finally done with her hair. Matisse was wearing tan moccasins with a tank top and flannel along with a cute skirt. I was similarly dressed with a tank top and cardigan over a skirt with brown moccasins. We had dressed in easily removable clothes so we could get the trying on part of shopping done easier.