Becoming Beautiful (Wattys2014)

| Chapter 7 |

Chapter 7

“So who do you think the cutest junior is?” Marrisa asked me, earning a shrug in response.

“There aren’t many cute juniors,” I wrinkled my nose. There are a few, but barely a handful, so it wouldn’t be fair to choose just one.

“What?! Yes there are! There’s Hayden and Lionel! Chris and Drew!” she began listing off boys that I didn’t know attended our school. Maybe I don't know all of the juniors...

I pursed my lips awkwardly and waited for her to finish. I recognized a few of them. “I just don’t find any of them cute.”

“What’s your type of guy?” she asked me. “I’ll play match maker and tell you which guy is perfect for you.”

I wrinkled my nose. “What’s the point of this?”

“So you can know who is a potential boyfriend, silly!” she grinned, smiling widely.

“Okay, so they may be perfect for me but what if I’m not perfect for them?” I asked and she shrugged.

“You will be, trust me," she smiled. “Now start describing.”

“He has to be smart; I can’t be with a stupid guy.” I shook my head at the thought.

“You just knocked down half of my list," she joked.

I rolled my eyes but continued. “He has to be funny or at least have some sense of humor.”

She nodded and stared determinedly into the air, at nothing in particular. “I don’t like loud, obnoxious guys who act differently when they’re around their friends.”

“He can’t be years older than me, or that much younger than me,” I told her. We were sitting on the floor of her bedroom, waiting for her mother to come home. “We should have at least a few things in common.”

“He has to have hobbies; he can’t just sit around all day and sleep,” I replied and she scoffed, as if having an inside joke with herself.

“I’ve found your perfect match," she told me, giggling to herself. I nodded, urging her to continue. This should be interesting. “He’s pretty tall and, I'm told pretty often, that he's cute. He has dark hair and light colored eyes. He’s pretty funny when he does talk, but he's shy. He’s really smart. He’s caring; if you get to know him. He loves ice cream and anything that has vanilla in it. He absolutely detests dancing, but that's okay, because you're not good at it anyway.”

I was nodding along, with narrowed eyes. If she says Noah, I'm going to hit her with a brick. “He sounds pretty good. So what’s his name?”

Suddenly, the door swung open and Noah popped his head in. “Your mother is here.”

My eyes scanned Noah’s features and I turned to glare at Marissa, who was letting out hoots of laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“S-she thinks you’re—.”

I quickly cut her off by jabbing her in the arm and she fell onto her bed in fits of laughter. “Nothing, we’ll be downstairs in a minute.”

He just closed the door while I stared at Marissa. “I hate you a lot.”

She grinned at me, letting her eyes skim over my face. “You like his personality, sort of; you like his face. Why won’t you admit it?”

“What is there to admit?” I snapped as we walked out of her bedroom and down the hallway. We decided not to put any makeup on me or else her mother might mistake me for a Barbie doll from the cheerleading squad. She told me the story of how her mother met Chloe. I don't want to have to go through what Chloe did.