Falling For The Good Girl

Chapter 4- You Dress Like A Grandma

Tuesday. The busiest day of the week for me. I have to get up, get dressed, wake everyone, make breakfast, get everyone to school, do homework, go to dance, and be back in time for open mic night.

"Hey pretty lady" A voice that I realize as Blake's says and I sigh while trying to grab a book on the top shelf from the library. The book magically appears in front of my face, I look up and I see a smirking Blake.

"Thanks" I pull the book away from his hand gently 

"So, are we doing tutoring after school?"

"I can't, I have something to do"

"Has anyone told you that you desperately need a new wardrobe?" He says randomly and I give him an are-you-kidding-me- look

"Excuse me?"

"No offense or anything but you dress... Well you dress like an old lady" I cross my arms trying not to be offending by his petty little insult.

"You want me to change my style? What's in it for me?"

"Change your style and I will be your date to the dance" I laugh loud at his little "deal" that he set up.

"Sorry but that's just in it for you, Layla has been trying to get me to change my style for years and maybe I will let her make me more unattractive than I already am" he looks at me as if I've just asked for a death wish

"What?" I snap

"I told you, your beautiful and nothing can change that-"

"Stop saying that, I know I am not and everyone else that has said it knows it too. I'm not fishing for compliments, so don't even try" He puts his head down but then picks it up as if a lightbulb lit up in his head

"Who called you ugly?"

"Half the school. Oh and the whole population of girls in this school. It's not a big deal" I shrug but it seems to bother him

"It is a big deal, who you are should not be defined by what people say"

"Why does it bother you so much?" I snap because I'm sick and tired of this discussion.

"Because that's what happened to my real aunt and she committed suicide"

"I'm not going to commit suicide, stop worrying about me I can worry about myself thank you very much. Hate to cut this conversation short but I have to go meet Layla at dismissal which is- the bell rings causing me to smirk- right now, bye" I walk away without another word, I am not having this "you are beautiful" discussion one more time, and if I do then I'm pretty sure my heads gonna explode.

I walk to the spot that I meet Layla at on Tuesdays and we drive to dance. Layla and I have been dance partners since we were four years old, we learned to do hip hop, ballet, acrobatics, lyrical, contemporary, jazz, you name it, we've done it.

"So I saw you talking to hot pants and you looked pretty upset, wanna talk about it?" I sigh and nod.

"I got the you are beautiful conversation again but that's not what bothered me, what bothered me is that he said that I dress like a grandma-"

"Forget dance, let's prove him wrong"

"And how do you suppose we do that?" Please don't say it, please don't say it

"I'm going to give you a full head to toe makeover!" And she said it! I can already tell that this is going to be excruciatingly awful for me.