Good Girl Gone Bad

Three

Chapter Three - okay we are officially later than fashionably late, now we're just late.

Me and ariana are currently at her house looking for me an outfit since she's already finished - and looks stunning, with her normally straight hair in curls, with a fairly tight red sweetheart neckline strapless dress that stopped mid thigh. She paired it with black pumps and her makeup simple with winged eyeliner, mascara and vibrant red lipstick.

After a few more minutes of searching, Ariana finally claimed she found the perfect dress, she held it up, and I must admit it was rather nice, it was a medium grey long sleve but revealed my shoulder blades. I rushed to the bathroom to try it on, it felt like a second skin, hugging my figure nicely, it fit like a glove aside from the fact that I'm guessing, it was ment to stop below my knees but because I'm generously taller than Ariana, it stop about three inches above my knee, but that's still a lot longer than the other dresses and I liked it.

We found a winner.

"Holy cow Ataaria!!"
Was the response I got from Ariana once I walked out of the bathroom.

I laughed it off and she rushed me to sit down so she could straiten my natural curly hair and apply my makeup. Once she's done she hands me black some strap up heeled boots, and although they were beautiful, I didn't want to seem too tall, so I told her I'll stick with black high top converses. And eventually she agreed.

Standing up to look at my self in the mirror I do a double take, just to make sure I'm seeing right. I never really considered myself pretty but right now I must admit, I look hot! For my makeup, I have a smokey eye and dark nude - almost brown lipstick, with a little bit of blush. Damn, maybe I should wear this makeup thing more often. Just then, the bell rings, and I can't help but perk up a little in excitement, and I see ariana do the same.

"Race ya"
I smirk at her and rush down the stairs.

"No fair! I have heels on"
I hear Ariana call out and I cant help but laugh evilly looking back to see if she's even gotten down the stairs yet, but my victory is short lived when I run into someone, knocking us both to the ground.

"Ow"
I turn to see Byron, his face scrunched up in pain, and one of his hand rubbing the back of his head that Im guessing he hit on the floor.

Although I should be embarrassed I cant help but find this situation hilarious and begin to laugh uncontrollably.

"You think this is funny?"
Byron twists our positions so that he is on top of me, but since my laughing fit doesn't want to end all I can manage to do is nod and continue to laugh.

It feels like I've been laughing for so long that nothing is coming out, no noise, my mouth is just wide open and my body shaking incredibly. Once my stomach starts to hurt I slowly stop laughing and open my eyes, forgetting that Byron had been on top of me the whole time...

Why did that sound so dirty?

I stare into Byron's eyes who has seemed to be staring back at me with some sort of facination. How long had he been looking at me like that? I can't help the weird way my heart rate speeds up ridiculously as he leans in slightly closer, never taking his eyes off mine. I feel my own breath hitch as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear still leaning in ever so closely, his eyes dart to my lips. Clearing my throat and braking him out of his trance, he shakes his head, and gets off of me and then helping me up.

Once we are both up, and in our right minds, he looks me up and down and gapes, but quickly covers it with a smirk.

"Damn sweetcheeks, you didn't have to get all dressed up for me"
And here's the cockiness I missed oh so much..

Not.

I simply roll my eyes and he comes closer, putting his hand around my waste and whispering in my ear.
"No, but seriously, you look breathtaking"

Wow bipolar much?

"Don't look too bad yourself"
I say. And that, was the biggest understatement ever! It didn't look like he was wearing the clothes, dark gray jeans and black button up that hugs his mucles. But it looked like the clothes were wearing him. Hot damn!

But he didn't need to know that...

Just at that moment, both Brice and Ariana come down the stairs, no doubt just finished a make out session, or maybe a bit more... Ariana's hair was frizzier than it was before, not frizzy but frizzier and her lips only now stained in her vibrent red lipstick, that also happens to have stained Brice's mouth. I just laugh at the couple and scowled Ariana who blushes.

"Okay we are officially later than fashionably late, now we're just late"
Byron announces, clapping his hands together.

"Oh darn maybe next time!"
I say hopefully but they all glare at me.

"We're still going Ataaria"
Ariana says with an eye roll and begins walking to the car with Brice on her hip.

"Come on sweetcheeks"
Byron hoists me over his shoulder and shuts the door.

"I am not Fiona!"
I shout remembering the scene from shrek 1.

"Though you could be mistaken for shrek"

A/N
I was gonna continue but didn't want the chapter to be too long, so I hoped you like the little Byron and Ataaria moment and sorry, this is just a filler.