It was getting to be so irritating, I saw him in my backseat on a couple occasions, a new woman in his arms each time. They'd be begging him for anything, love, money, a relationship, sex, they wanted it all from him.
And yet, no matter who he had l...
Sunday morning rolled around quickly and I woke up bright and early to move forward in my plan.
I knew in the end this was only going to bite me in the ass, but at the time I didn't care.
Step one; get a wax.
Okay, so this actually hurt. In all the 21 years of my life, I've never gotten my vagina waxed. Why would I? Waxing was left for the most intimate, the most sexy women who actually have sex. I wasn't any of that. I was pale and lengthy and my dark hair didn't hide my Casper like complexion, I was also pretty clumsy, I never considered myself "sexy" and not many other people had, I've only ever had sex twice, and it was so boring I never wanted it again. But, apparently Brendon thought I was sexy enough, and he wasn't boring me, he was thrilling, so I was up for the wax, anything else I could use against him. It was all a bit elaborate. All pain aside, I felt like a fucking warrior.
Step two; get an eyebrow wax.
This doesn't even really need to be listed, does it? I just needed a touch up pretty desperately.
Step three; get my hair done.
Normally I'd say "that's the dumbest shit anyone could ever do" but here I was, doing it to entertain myself and some guy. I wanted something different, different than me. I wanted it to scream this new found glory of mine. I wanted it to tell Brendon that I was above him in every sense of the phrase. So, I got it cut a bit shorter and actually dabbled I'm a straight across bang. I was shocked with the results and I grinned from ear to ear when I looked in the mirror. I could still tell it was me, but the pitch black strands trimming along my eyelashes made me look mysterious, and it's exactly what I was craving.
Step three; get a few new items of clothing.
Sure, I could pick him up in what I did last night. Which was a pair of black skinny jeans, a vans t-shirt that was a tad bit too short for me and a set of converse. Or, now here's an idea. I could pick him up in an outfit that's just a tad revealing, maybe right, but one that leaves enough to the imagination. Of course I went with black, all of the clothes I tried were either black or grey and it's simply because they are naturally flattering colors. I was so excited about my new findings I decided to invite Nessa over to show her the new reinvention of myself.
Step four; apparently console your sobbing girlfriend.
Okay, this wasn't actually apart of my plan, but she had just gotten into a huge argument with her dick of a boyfriend. So much so that she's considering leaving the guy. Something about him always hitting on other women, which I already had full knowledge of. I ran her a bath and she just watched me get ready. Of course I was going to let her stay with me as long as she needed to, she was my whole world. Aside from this small bit of a secret I'm keeping from her.
It's not strange that she found my mannerisms a little weird. She knew me like the back of her hand.
I sat on the toilet, holding a compact mirror to my face while applying some lipstick. I hardly ever wore makeup, but, tonight was the last night of the weekend, tomorrow was Monday, I wasn't even sure I'd be picking Brendon up, but by an off chance, it was worth the risk of falling asleep with eyeliner on.
"What's with the new look, anyways?" Nessa played with her bubbles.
"Better tips." I say nonchalantly.
"Is it that guy?" She chuckles a bit, making eye contact with me.
I laugh over at her and shake my head. Even though the real answer was a big fat yes.
"Why are you laughing?" She asked, a little offended.
"No. I just figured if I can get him to tip me a hundred off of my average appearance, maybe someone else can tip me just as much for filling up."
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(Yes, Amelia is portrayed by Krysten Ritter, it's been so decided!)
"Oh. Well in that case, you look hot as fuck."
I know Nessa is my best friend, but I blushed. Yeah, she's called me gorgeous, yes, she's called me beautiful and of course she's called me cute. But never "hot as fuck". I actually started blushing and feeling a tad self conscious. I know there wasn't any room to back out of it, I had on this dress, these boots, my hair was messy yet sexy and my makeup was fully applied. But part of me knew it was an outer strength, not an inner strength. Inside I was still "boring sex" Amelia and I didn't want my outward appearance fall short once Brendon got to know me. I didn't want my inner self to be an act, regardless of this game, I want to be myself around the guy. But, yesterday felt so natural, teasing him. Maybe I didn't have anything to worry about.
This whole thing has made me learn magnificent things about myself, and it's only been two days. I didn't want this on top of the world feeling to fade.
"I got a wax today." I mention, spreading my legs and sneaking a peak.
Nessa laughed wildly.
"Did it hurt?!" She howled.
"Like you wouldn't believe. I'll stick to shaving, thanks." We laughed even louder.
"You should get going." Nessa mentions, pointing to the digital clock above the bathroom door.
It was 10:03.
Shit.
I open my app quickly, and notify that I am now available. As if almost on cue, I get a request from him.
My heart fell into my stomach, the butterflies crashing against my inside with brutal force, I could throw up right then and there, but I didn't, I calmly just smiled and grabbed my belongings, heading out of the apartment door.
"Bye! I'll be here when you get back I guess.." Nessa sighs.
"I'll be back in a couple hours I'm sure. He doesn't deserve you, Nessa. You're so much better than he is, I promise you that."
And of course after I give her that speech, I step outside to blow my time away with some guy who treats women like animals. Objects. Play things. And apparently, game pieces.
The Album Leaf began to play, my nerves instantly calming as I drove with my windows infamously rolled down.
I was sort of shocked when I pulled up to Brendon's home. His gates were open, and when I notified him that I was outside, I got a message saying.
