Barbie Transformation

Plan D

(A/N: please excuse the bad grammar, punctuation mistakes and spelling errors. It has not been edited yet, but I was really excited to post again. I hope you vote for me <3 FOLLOW me. I need a new COVER too! Thank you!)

"Ouch!" I shout and crawl further up the bed, grabbing a pillow. Hunter tries to grab at my foot again but I whack him with a pillow. "Stop it!" He groans and takes the pillow out of my hands.

"Just give the the shoe" Hunter instructs and I shake my head furiously. "They're my fourth favourite!" I point at my pink heel that has still managed to stay attached around my left ankle. The other pair is laying across the floor along with all the other heels Hunter pulled from my closet.

"I don't give a shit! Just give me the shoe! I thought you wanted to be normal? Normal people don't wear high heels in a goddamn school, Emmerson." Hunter growls and I wince at his harsh tone.

I quietly take the shoe off and give it to him without eye contact. "Thank you" he nearly whispers and throws the last heel in the pile.

"What am I supposed to wear? I only have heels." I finally talk and Hunter just stares at me. "Let's go shopping"

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"Hell to the no." I point at the object Hunter is holding. "Please? Just try it on." He insists and I push his hand away. "Nope."

"Do it for me." He winks and I scoff.

"No"

"I'll give you a hug?" He negotiates and I roll my eyes. "Do you really think a hug is going to make me try that thing on?" I say, referring to the white converse he is holding.

"No... But a kiss will." He grins and my eyes bulge. He takes a small step towards me, so there isn't much space in between us.

His breathe fans my neck and I nearly lose all of my strength. "Fine! I'll try it on! And not because you were persuading me. You don't affect me." I smirk and a flash of an unknown emotion wipes across his face quickly.

"Is that so?" Hunter grins and pecks my cheek. My cheeks begin to blush a little and I groan, covering them. He grins smugly at me and I roll my eyes. "Shut up!"

I end up buying three pairs of converse. After finding out that I really like how comfortable they are, I decided on getting three different colours.

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After visiting too many shops, I sit down on one of the benches, exasperated. I have converse, crop tops, shirts, Lacey tops, jeans, (not very short) shorts and some other materials.

It's completely different from what I usually wear. I normally wear pink in every outfit, either a skirt, dress or short shorts and a small top. Don't forget makeup, hair accessories and a bag.

"That wasn't too bad, was it?" Hunter smiles faintly although I can see how tired he really is. "Come on, let's go home." I suggest and he nods, standing up.

Suddenly, I feel guilty for blackmailing Hunter. Here he is, willing to go shopping with a shopaholic and is forced to show affection towards a Barbie he truly hates.

I'm such a bitch.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Hunter asks and takes a few more parcels from my hands. I smile at him in appreciation, "no amount of pennies will allow me to tell you what I think about" I explain and immediately cover my mouth. That sounds so wrong, so, so wrong.

I pretty much just said that I was daydreaming about perverted things. Hunter bursts out laughing. "Oh Emmerson... You have so much to learn." He winks and puts his arm around my shoulder. I roll my eyes, not really sure if that sentence was meant to be perverted or not. I just shrug and wrap my arm around his waist and stare at him, while walking.

"Are you done checking me out?" Hunter grins and catches my eye with his. I immediately turn around from him,trying to hide my blush. "Thank you for taking me shopping" I finally build up the courage and thank him, ignoring his last comment.

"It's fine. So, what's Plan E?" Hunter questions, erasing all traces of awkwardness.

"Wait! We still need to finish plan C." I stutter and he looks at me and then realisation noticeably hits him in the face. "Oh yeah. The science club... I was thinking that maybe...you could just do it yourself?" He asks scratching the back of his neck.

I sigh, "please will you do it with me? I'll do anything you want! -within reason." I beg, desperation clearly leaking through my voice.

He looks at me strangely, "anything?"

"Well, if it's in reason. We both have to agree to it." I explain and he nods.

"Okay." He says simply with a shrug of his shoulders and I let out a piercing squeal, "thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!"

Lets just hope he doesn't decide to do anything major... Like raping me.

Hunter drops me off at Gran's house and he helps carry the parcels upstairs to my room. Once that's finished, we take a seat on my bed. This time, I'm not worried about Hunter's smell intoxicating my bed. I'm too tired to move a muscle.

"Emmerson?" Hunter asks after a few seconds.

I give a small nod but realise he probably can't see it since my hair is curtaining my face. "Yes?" I ask quietly and Hunter sighs.

"Well I was wondering why... Where... What, why..." Hunter stutters and I grow impatient. "Spit it out." I finally command and Hunter breathes in deeply. "Why are you living with your grandparents? Where are your parents? I thought you lived in Silvermane Street. What happened?" He asks quickly and increase my eyebrows together and look at him.

"Oh" I reply intelligently and Hunter stares at me willingly. "I'd rather not talk about it..." I admit and Hunter's gaze lands back on his lap.

"You can tell me you know? I am your boyfriend after all" he grins sheepishly and I scowl, taking his joke the wrong way.

"I can't tell you, it isn't that easy. And besides, you're not my boyfriend so I wouldn't tell you, friend or not." I reply coldly. Suddenly, Hunter's gaze becomes stern and he looks at me harshly, anger evident on his face.

"Well I wouldn't want to know if you hadn't blackmailed me into being your boyfriend. You didn't deserve the attention you got and I'm certainly not going to give you any now!" He retorts, and clenches and unclenches his fists repetitively.

"Fine! Then get out!" I scream and Hunter glares at me, "I will! You're nothing but a worthless Barbie! I should've listened to them." He scowls and turns around to look at me before slamming the door.

I will never forget that face. The emotion it held was visibly anger. But there was something more. Maybe disgust and guilt. Those words hit me harder that bricks.

But his face held a look of pure disgust and anger while his eyes held a small amount of guilt. He should feel guilty!

He can't talk to me like that! Not him, not anyone!

Later in the afternoon, my phone starts to ring madly and I get so furious, I turn it off and throw it at the pile of high heels stacked on the floor.

I know it's Hunter calling. He must have asked around for my phone number. Most of the school has it anyway.

Ugh. What have I done?