The Girl (Almost) Everyone Ignored

Chapter 8

Friends, Now It Shows
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"Luke, as in Lucas Andrew?" Emma asked surprised.

I couldn't help laugh. "Lucas Drew" I corrected her and I looked down at my phone as the ringing stopped.

"Didn't he move away or something?" Emma asked as she sat the plastic shopping bags on the ground and opened one.

"Yeah, actually. He did" I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket.

Honestly I was devastated that I had missed the call. Chats with him were long, but enjoyable. He is a rare person to find who can make a long phone call interesting.

"Why is he calling you though?" Emma asked as she went through the clothes. I spotted a light pink shirt and turned away before I saw anything more.

Oh, and about that... Emma and Liam didn't know that Luke and I were a thing. We were just friends in their eyes. Or at least Emma's. Liam is smart enough to tell, unlike this blonde friend of mine that I and forced to love.

Just joking, I love my friends.

"We were friends, before he moved." I
told her as I sat on my bed and sadly was forced to watch the clothes she pulled from the bags, shoved back in, and rummaged for certain pieces.

I perked up as I spotted one bag that seemed to have black clothes inside. Emma laughed as I walked over.

"Yes, you may have some of the emo clothes. Right after you try this on" Emma shoved at me a pile of clothes.

I sighed,rolling my eyes, as I went to my bathroom and tried on the pink tank top, light blue jean jacket, and the also light blue jeans.

I stared at myself in the mirror.

Too many memories flooded through my head.

I used to wear this.

I used to think I owned this style or whatever.

I was just a dork. A blind and stupid dork.

"Emma, it doesn't look good on me" I muttered, though I stared at the girl in the mirror.

The girl with the messy hair from a long day of stress. The girl that tried the smallest bit of makeup and no one noticed or comolimented. Sure it was just eyeliner, but even Emma didn't notice. She's crazy about makeup.

Why can't I do anything to make my friends notice? Even if they don't say anything positive.

"Come on, I bet you look good in it"

Her face lit up when I walked out of my bathroom to show her just exactly how horrid I looked.

"You look so pretty"

But not beautiful. No. She's never once called anyone but herself beautiful.

"Let's get this over with" I begged.

After trying on the other three outfits, I started to get a little excited for the clothes that I actually liked. The black clothes.

The other three outfits were perfectly matched, but not "me".

A light gray T-shirt with a pink rose on it. Gray jeans with a little bit of rips at the knees.

A dark blue shirt that had sleeves halfway down the arm and then also spaghetti straps. It went with dark blue jeans.

Lastly, a v-neck shirt that was white with fake buttons going down. Just some regular light blue jeans went with it.

The emo outfits I could probably go in more detail about.