One By One

One By One Chapter 18

Picture of Anna’s makeup :) Next Chappie: Jen's.

    “There. You’re done” I smiled triumphantly and put the red eye pencil down. I had just finished doing Jen’s makeup for tonight, and she looked amazing.

      I had gone for the shot and stabbed makeup look on her, and there was blood dripping everywhere. There were fake wounds with fake blood gushing out of them, and she had white-blue contacts, giving her the psychotic look. Her cheerleading uniform was dirty with fake dirt, was wrinkled, had a few tears and was smeared with fake blood everywhere. No mean to brag, but she looked like she had it professionally done, almost as if she stepped out of a gore-filled horror movie.

     “Wow, I look terrible!” she giggled, checking herself out in the mirror. “You did an amazing job” she complemented my makeup skills.

“Thank you” I laughed. “I don’t look too bad myself” I teased, and checked myself out.

     She’d done a great job on me. I had the zombie-look, with the pale face, bruises, and bags, and crazy eyes. I looked like I’d been beaten up then suffocated or something. There were tears on the hem of my skirt, bruises on my legs, and the sleeve on my cheerleader sweater was hanging, half ripped off. My whole outfit was smeared with fake dirt for the finishing touch.

“Okay, I think that now’s a good time to leave” she urged glancing at my clock. It was 7:20 and the party started an hour ago.

The party had been planned by Luke and some of his friends, and it was at his best friend James’ house. Each year, they invited most of their friends from their year, and some people from the grade below them. My group of friends and I were usually invited, because I kinda knew Luke. It was one of the few other times I talked to Luke.

His friends however, were jerkish, and he was the only nice guy in their popular group. Even though they were now in college, we still got invited, so this year, the party was for first year college students, and high school seniors.

After Kirsten headed home, we’d dropped off Ashley at his house (Claire and her were having a party of their own there), and decided to arrive fashionably late, and to take our time getting ready.

“Can’t wait for everyone to see our costumes! We’ll be turning heads as soon as we walk through the door!” Jen joked.

“Of course!” I chuckled, and we headed out.

*****

The door bursted open almost immediately after we rang the bell.

“Well helllllo there- Annyyy, and… uh…. I got this…” James greeted us, slurring, and obviously already drunk.

“Sorry about that, Jessalyn” Luke pushed James out of the way and gave me an embarrassed smile, and hugged me. After releasing me, he checking out my costume “You girls look HOT, dead cheerleaders eh?” he said in a fake girl voice, clearly amused.

“It’s fine, and yup! You like it?" I smiled, and looked at what he was wearing.

“Yeah.. he trailed off, as his eyes scanned my body slowly. Nice to see you again, Jennifer” he cahnged the subject and shook Jen’s hand, while I looked away uncomfortably. She smiled back at him, politely.

“Nice costume” I giggled.

He was a Barbie (creative eh?) with white Louboutins, a cute Coach bag, and a pretty pink mini dress. He wore a couple silver bangles and lip gloss, eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow and a wig. It was quite funny actually, since you can still see his stubble.