My Life with the Evil Bitch

Chapter 2~Don't touch me there!! :o

Stepping out of the car and onto the lush green grass at Draven's step mom's house made me sigh. It was an hour and a half drive to here and as comforetable as his car was I was ready to stretch out.

"Okay, so tell me what are going to be my basic colors," I ask while I stretch and Amy and Draven hop out of the car meeting me on the lawn.

"Well I was thinking something along the lines of black and a 'blood red' type of look for you, and for Amy I'm thinking that she needs to go more preppy." Draven smiled flirtaciously while saying this at Amy.

"Why do I have to look like a prep!??" She groaned and whined the last word, making sure to drag it out. 

"You would look better on the bubbly side and Jay would look better sort of on the darker side." He nudged me.

"I'm not a dark person though..." I said blankly.

"Do you want to switch with Amy then!"

Amy and I both exploded out at the same time, "NO!"

"Good, now come on." We walked through the dinning room, the ballroom and the day room until we made it finally to Draven's room.

"Your house is gigantic," Amy sat down while taking in a deep breath of the smell of his room.

"Okay," he paused but continued while looking back and forth between the two of us, "One, it's not my house it's my step mom's and two stop inhaling my room! Amyyyy."

"I can't help it that your room is intoxicating or that my nose is obsessed with the smell of your room." She said mischeviously and walked into his bathroom. "OH GAWD! You have a huge bathroom to!?"

Draven chuckled and pulled me into the bathroom revealing the gorgeous tiled floor. I looked at the bright green wall that was no doubt painted by a profesional. The shower was all glass and had room for 5 people and still not be crowded.

Length floor mirrors covered the side wall to the left which had a huge sink and over to the left was a weird looking toilet that I couldn't comprehend how to use...

"Okay, here we go."

In a matter of minutes I was being pulled this way, or that way by my hair and-or arms. Finger nail polish was being layed out on the floor, clothes were flung all over the bathroom, including the shower, and makeup was splattered everywhere.

The place was a mess with the two most hated colors of mine, glittery pink and black.

"It's not so much that I hate the colors," I paused  while Draven curled my hair into thick lucious curls. "It's what they stand for."

"Don't worry about that, we're re-inventing you as a person not as colors idiot." Draven smiled at me in the mirror.

I looked at my fingers and fidgeted when Draven said he was done with my hair but wanted to do my make up. "Okay," I tell him mindlessly zoning out at the mesmerizing tiled floor.

My hair is blonde with purple peek a boo streaks in it, and it's the best feature about me. If anyone has ever talked to me besides apologizing about trampling me or bullying me it would be about my hair. I got the purple dyed in a year ago and I keep getting touch up's on it and love it.

"Look up at me, you look in the mirrors and I'll beat you." Draven pulled out a series of magical makeup looking things and started brushing stuff on my face. It smelt chalky, and it made me want to sneeze.

"RESIST THE URGE!" Amy yelled at me making me look over at her while Draven bent down to put shoes on my feet.

"Stiletoe's? For real Draven? I'm not going to be able to walk in these let alone stand." I said this as I suddenly grew 5 inches taller.