People often say that 'hate' is a strong word. But for Blake Stevens and Gabe Tiller, it's not strong enough.
Blake, a geeky and sarcastic wallflower, and Gabe, a popular womanizing jock, despise each other with a burning passion. Their mutual loath...
"And you're done." Darcy says looking at me in approval. In just under an hour she'd finished straightening my hair and managed to get the kink out in the process. She pulled one side of my hair off my face and into a tight braid.
She somehow managed to get me to agree to the application of mascara. She almost poked my eye out with the black gooey stick.
She just threw a pair of black sandals at me, and I speedily tied up the weird ribbon up my ankle. The shoes kinda reminded me of the ones the ancient Greeks used to wear.
It feels weird wearing shoes other than my converse. I live in them.
"You actually look nice." She laughs slipping on her black ballet flats.
"Gee thanks." I mumble rolling my eyes, but I can't keep the small smile off my face.
This is what I wanted; what I needed.
At least I think it is.
I subtly look into the bathroom from where I'm standing in front of my bed. Darcy has already caught me staring at my reflection in the mirror, and I don't want to get caught again.
I admit Darcy has done a great job getting me ready, but getting caught ogling myself again will only boost Darcy's ego.
I can't help but stare though. I mean, this isn't one of those moments where the little wallflower doesn't recognise her pampered and glamorous self in the mirror. No this isn't some pathetic, cliche novel. I'm not gonna burst into tears and harp on about how I don't look like myself.
Of course I look like me. Just better I guess. Like effort had actually been put in.
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"I know I'm brilliant and I did an amazing job, but please stop looking at yourself like that. It's creepy." She says snapping me out of whatever trance I was in.
I jerk my head away from the mirror and over to Darcy smoothing out her dress. I smile sheepishly at her as a blush creeps onto my cheeks.
"Ok, we need to go. We're five minutes late." I quickly glance at my reflection one last time before Darcy and I exit our room. I shove my phone into my pocket and wait for Darce to lock the door.
We walk together up a flight of stairs and on to the deck.
The sun set in the time we were getting ready; the sky is now consumed by darkness. There isn't even any stars out to brighten the night sky, instead fluffy clouds fill the sky.
Darcy and I follow the nicely dressed crowd of people towards the dining hall.
When Mum, Dad and the Tillers come into view, the inpatient looks on their faces was hard to miss.
Mum and Liv appear to be complimenting Alyssa on her attire. She is wearing a teal blue maxi skirt with a white crop top showing off her toned midriff . An elegant gold pendent hangs around her neck giving the beachy look a little more class. Her long blonde hair is pulled over her shoulder.
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Seeing her dressed up makes me glad that I actually put in a little effort too.
Dad and George are acting like whiney little kids looking like they are going to die of hunger.
Then there's Gabe. He's busy typing away on his phone.
He hasn't showered or changed his clothes like mum and Liv suggested. He is still in a pair of black shorts and a grey tee, paired with his all black vans.
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"Oh Blake, you certainly look lovely tonight." Liv complements as soon as she notices Darcy and I approaching.
Everyone turns to face us, and I can't hide the blush on my face when I notice all their jaws drop.
