Barbie Transformation

How to be 'Unpopular'

On the way to Gran's, the driver kept looking back at Hunter. Every time I would look in the mirror to fix my hair, he'd be staring next to me. Creep.

"Come on." I tell Hunter when we reach 'my' house.

I drag him up the stairs before I can show him around. "This is my bedroom." I say firmly, and twirl around and bellyflop on my bed. "Hi bedroom, I'm Hunter." He greets and I look up to see him shaking the doorknob of the door. I crack up laughing.

Hunter walks over to the purple beanbag and flops on it comfortably, "You must really like purple, huh?" He asks and I grin. Nope.

"I love it". It isn't my room though but Gran made this bedroom especially for me, knowing that I would visit often in these... Circumstances.

"So what do the nerds know?" Hunter asks and I cock my head to the side. "You mean Olivia, Sapphire, Viola and Vincent?" I smile and he nods.

"I told them that I was looking for you and they prepared to tell me if I told them the reason and if I would give them something in return. I told them the reason about me not wanting to be popular anymore. They don't know about me and you but it doesn't really matter anyway." I shrug and he nods again.

"Cool." He replies nonchalantly. I roll my eyes at him, "So what's the next step after joining the science and maths club?" He asks and I twirl my hair with my fingers.

"I'm not sure..." I reply, puzzled. "Why don't we look at the aspects of being popular. What does it take to be popular?" He asks and I bit on my bottom lip.

"You need to be pretty." I start, "you have to wear stylish clothes. You have to wear the latest shoes and bikinis. You must wear shorts in Summer... You need to wear makeup, no exceptions. And you also need an attitude and a manicure." I smile and check my nails.

"Okay..." Hunter runs his hand through his hair sexily, making me ogle at his biceps, "So we can't make you not pretty." He grins and I nod. Obviously. ... Was that a compliment?

"The next step is for you to wear baggy clothes. -They're not stylish. You aren't allowed to wear bikinis, no more high heels and manicures. Don't wear short shorts! And no make up." He replies.

I gasp at his suggestions, "no makeup?" And he nods his head, "Hard I know, but if you don't stop now, you might have to go to rehab." He shakes his head sympathetically and I gasp, "Rehab?"

"We can't let that happen, can we?" He sarcastically remarks and I sigh, "No." "Okay! I won't use makeup." I reply.

"-Just a little mascara?" I ask and Hunter tuts, "You see! You're already diagnosed." He shakes his head and I frown, "Oh no."

"I can do this! No makeup." I reply.

Five minutes later, Hunter is forcing me to take my makeup off now. "Please Hunter! No! Not the face!" He's holding the white face towel in his hand from the bathroom, trying to ride of my foundation on my face. "Stay still, Emmerson," Hunter tells me as I struggle to get my wrists free from above my head. Right now I'm lying on my bed, nearly crying my eyes out. "Hunter! Stop!" I shout angrily and he laughs and shoves the white material on my face, muffling my screams. "I'm going to kill you!" I shout but it sounds like, "Igahighhillhoo!" As he shoves the cloth over my face, collecting my shielding cream.

My door bursts open and Hunter lets go of my two wrists and hides the towel behind him. Our position is strange, I'm lying on the bed while his knees are nearly touching my head.

"Gran!" I shout gleefully when she enters the room. I sit up straight and try to Hide Hunter behind me, but, he's already been seen.

"Emmy, Darling, who is this?" She asks with a fake smile. I know that smile, it means she's unsure about him.

"This is my..." I start but don't know how to finish. "Boyfriend." Hunter smiles and Gran stares at me for a moment and them scuttles over to shake his hand, "nice to meet you. I'm Lily." She smiles and he nods, "Likewise. I'm Hunter." He greets and Gran hesitates on what to say next. "I'll ask Maria to make supper..." She says. "Are you staying for dinner, Hunter?"

He looks to me and I nod. "Sure, I love to." He smiles and Gran nods and leaves the room. I lie on my back in relief. I hate lying to Gran but I agree with Hunter. It would be confusing if we told the school we were together but told our families we aren't

It would get very complicated.

Hunter takes a deal breath, he was shocked when her grandmother barged in. He lies on Emmerson's bed comfortably in silence. "Oh my god!" I scream and Hunter looks over to her, not really phased. It's probably just a creepy-crawly. But if it bites her head off, he's okay either way.

I stare at the boy lying next to me. "Ew! Stinky! Smelly! Gross!!" I shout and gently poke him, trying to push him off my bed. I don't think he realises he's invading my comfort, so I push him off harder and he falls off the bed and lands on the floor with a hard thump. He groans in pain and I gag. "gross." I say and use my hand sanitiser from my cabinet and the face towel in my bed to wipe away the area where Hunter was lying down.

"You're mad! So fucking mad." Hunter groans again and sits up to look at what I'm doing, "Careful, if you add anymore of that stuff, you'll turn OCD." He remarks and. I cross my arms over my chest. When I realise my arms are lifting my chest up, I look at Hunter and he's staring at my cleavage. I hold my scream in as I drop my arms and throw a pillow at his face.

"Fuck woman! Calm it down, would you." He pleads and rubs his temples.

"You're a perve! A disgusting smelly perve!" I yell and he scrunches his eyebrows together, "I'm not a perve. They were there to be displayed. And, I'm not smelly." He says in a serious tone.

"They are not being displayed!" I say and look at my chest. Okay maybe a little. But that's only because my shirt is slipping down. I didn't have anything to do with that!

"Sure..." He rolled his eyes. He sits up on his knees and folds his arms on my bed and puts his chin over them. Our faces are nearly two inches apart.

Hunter takes his time to notice my features. I'm not wearing any concealer or eyeliner or anything! It makes me want to hide under my marathon of a blanket.

"Can I put my makeup back on now?" I beg and Hunter shakes his head, "No. You're much prettier without it." He compliments and my eyes sparkle with delight. Really? I'm waiting for the 'Just kidding' part to come but it never does. Hmm.