Broken Until Him

Chapter 16 ~ Perfection

'I've tried to be perfect all my life.
The perfect student.
The perfect daughter.
The perfect friend.

But I'm tired of this, always doing my best to please everyone. What about me? What do I get for all of my efforts? Pain. Numbness.

Perfection is just abstract. Nothing defines it, nobody embodies perfection simply because it's a pure fantasy. Our flaws and skills are what make us different, real.

We all have our own definition of perfection, based on our expectations. We can't expect somebody to be perfect, we can only approve the fact that he is close to be.'

Hannah and I tiptoe towards the front door, trying to be as discreet as we can. I don't want to lie again, because even though I do it often, I hate lying.

"Girls, where are you going ?" My mother asks from the kitchen as we are about to open the front door.

Hannah looks at me, silently encouraging me to lie to my mom. We've been looking for a good lie the whole afternoon yesterday. But thanks to Hannah's great lying skills, we finally have an alibi.

"We're going shopping because I haven't bought Christmas gifts yet. And since Christmas is in less than a week, I think I better hurry up," I shout, opening the door. "Bye Mom !" I add as Hannah and I quickly go out and close the door.

Hannah turns toward me and grabs my arm to lead me farther from the house.

"Why did you say that! I'm sure she knows you're lying now," she scolds me. "Rule number one for a liar : never add details," she says, pointing her perfectly manicured finger at me.

I can help but laugh at her serious expression. She rolls her eyes at me, turning away.

"Hannah, we're not going to murder someone or rob a bank. I just want to meet a friend." I chuckle, walking along with her towards my car. "And I had to add those details, my mother knows I hate shopping," I say as I hope on the driver seat and Hannah sits beside me.

"You're the worst liar ever," she sighs under her breath, fastening her seat belt.

"You're not the first person to say that," I laugh, shaking my head at how bad I must be when it comes to lying.

"Let me guess... Nathan, isn't it ?" She says, shifting towards me as I turn the key in the ignition.

My smile grows at the mention of this boy. Everytime I see him or even think about him, I can feel my heart beating a little bit faster. I know I'm starting to develop feelings for him, but I don't know if it's a good thing.

"Well, judging by the size of the smile on your face, it must be him," she states, glancing at her phone. "I can't wait to meet the guy who made my best friend smile again."

I frown at the use of the word "best friend" but don't say a thing. Instead, I press the accelerator and start to drive away from my house.

* * *

I pull off the car and turn towards Hannah who's filing her nails. She had changed so much, she would have never care about her nails a few months ago. But I can still see a bit of the girl I met when I was ten. Her eccentricity, as well as her humorous personality, remain intact. She is the girl who always get excited about anything and who's a bit tactless when gentleness is needed. But I wouldn't change anything about her, she is perfect in her own way.

"Is that him ?" She asks, pointing her emery board at the brown haired boy.

Even though I only catch a glimpse of him before he enters the coffee shop, I can tell it's Nathan.