Mr. Chu

☆.¸¸. Chapter 2

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Whoever made it a rule that girls should wear dresses and gowns to parties, I have two words for you.

You suck! 

"Aveline hold still!" Lydia tugged on my hair making me yelp a little. She put my hair up and held it with a flower pin. Please tell me the flower isn't the color pink. Ugh. 

We are in Lydia's room preparing to go to Vincent's awaited party. The attire was said to be semi-formal so dresses were required meaning I, Aveline Dela Cruz, NEED to wear one. This is pure torture for me.

Yes I do adore girly clothes from time to time but I don't want to wear them! It makes me feel all vulnerable and weak. And I don't like  revealing clothes as well since I think my soul might come out from all the fabric that was missing. Boyish clothes I can manage but there are days when I don't like them as well.

Fashion coordinators might lose their patience with me for not having a single liked fashion trend but who cares! I'll rarely wear thse kinds of clothes. A simple t-shirt and shorts or jeans will do for me thank you very much.

"A little bit of hairspray and ... there. You're all done. You look so pretty Aveline." Lydia gushed when she finished, her emerald eyes shining with happiness on how I looked. 

The image in the mirror scared me. It's not like I looked like an ape or Sadako* but I wasn't used to seeing myself like this. All pretty and neat. I feel like I'm in someone else's body. I look so different, like I'm not myself, which truthfully scares me. The wonders make-up can do. 

I averted my eyes from the mirror before I broke down or before I shatter it with my fist. Lydia took notice of the cold sweat on my forehead. She carefully wiped it off with a tissue and gave me  a light squeeze on my shoulders.

"Calm down Aveline. You are still the girl that I know. Nothing has changed. Nothing. So calm down." Her words which she spoke so softly to me made me take a deep breath to calm my nerves. She also started to draw small circles on my back. It helped a lot.

Lydia is right, she knows you. Don't break down. You are still you.

I kept repeating  those words until my nerves settled. If Lydia wasn't here right now I would be having a panic attack and it would get pretty messy. Last time I had one, I brought 2 other people with me to the hospital. 

This is all Vincent's fault.

"When I get my hands on Vincent later, I will make sure to castrate him and hang his body on old McGregor's statue in front of the school's main building while wearing the I'm Stupid shirt I got him last Christmas." 

Lydia didn't took my threat seriously and just giggled. She put on her locket, which of course was given to her by her loving boyfriend,  and looked onto the mirror.

I am seriously thinking on doing it later though. She should take a little caution.