To Take A Risk

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

As you may have guessed, I didnt call Brandon last night. I mean what was I supposed to talk about and I couldnt call him and have him tell Malcom, then my boyfriend tale will go right down the drain. When I was awoken by the oh so hyper Alena, I was plesantly reminded of how she would control my apperance this morning. I was pretty presentable naturally I thought, but I always saw myself as plain. I had medium length, golden blond hair. I was about 5' 7" and I never really thought as my body as breath taking. It wasn't nearly as amazing as Alena's. I had curves, but I saw them more as love handles.

It wouldve been nice to have the love without the handles. I swear.

As Alena jumped around my room like a kangaroo on cocaine, I grudgely made my way into my bathroom. I looked into the mirror, not surprised that I looked like a living zombie. I brushed my teeth, making the horrible morning breath, thankfully, disappear.

I skidded across the floor back into my room where Alena was waiting, and may I add, extremely jittery as well. I should've ran away while I had the chance. She gave me that mischievious smile I've begun to know all too well over the past 24 hours.

She skipped up to me forcing me to sit at my vanity. I was scared to move, because I gauruntee she would have rope to tie me to the chair if I made a break for it. She placed a blindfold over me, already closed, eyes.

"Let the transformation begin!" She yelled before adding a mencaing laugh.

I shuddered, gripping the seat with no idea what I was in for.

-----1.5 Hours Later----

She untied my blindfold, but I still held my eyes tightly closed. She had been working her 'magic' for the past hour and a half. I had no clue this girl had such an interest. The entire time she would mutter compliments, although they were barely audible, they were somewhat along the lines of 'God damn you need to show this off more' or 'Why can't I look like you?' I didnt really understand her fascination with me.

"Open up you whore."

With Alena's words of encouragement I slowly slid my eyelids open. I let my mouth fall open and I was probably drooled. I looked absolutely stunning. My blonde hair was side parted with loose curles, framing my face perfectly. My makeup was made of tan colors and dark brown eyeliner and pure black mascara. I've never seen my green eyes pop so much before.

As for my outfit. Damn. Alena gave me a pair of jeans that were a tad too large for her tiny frame. They fit me perfectly. Alena giggled. I guess she noticed me turn around and admire my ass, what can I say, I was impressed with what she had made me into. She made me wear my push-up bra, it wasn't the most comfortable thing to wear, but man, they looked good. I was wearing a frilly hot pink thick strap tank top that dipped into a slightly deep V. It revealed just the right amount of cleavage, and hugged my waist giving me the hour glass body shappe illusion.

I slowly turned around to face Alena. She was grinning like a cheshire cat, if I have ever seen one.

She opended her arms and jumped up and down, I giggled and ran into her arms. "Oh my gosh, Alena, this is amazing, you honestly made a beauty out of a beast!" I spoke. "Kyla, it was nothing, your so naturally beautiful you just need to embrass yourself and not wear clothes 1 size too big!" she giggled pulling away and slapping my arm playfully.

The rest of the morning was basically eating breakfast and getting everything together. I took 1.5 hours to get ready and Alena took, what, 5 minutes and looked way better then I did.

We hopped into my Chevy Crossfire and headed to school. As we pulled into the parking space, Alena turned towards me and said,"Now, today, you are the new girl and you are a whole lotta woman, guys will drool as you walk by and don't be afraid to give 'em a wink." I nodded, she continued, " Also, don't be a tease or a whore, be the beautiful person on the inside that is as beautiful on the outside. You wanna be the girl that is diferent than the rest." She was honestly so sweet. I really wish she had lived in California all my past years.

We stepped out of the car and as soon as our shoes hit the pavement, it felt like we were in one of those slow motion scenes of a movie where the girls walk into the school, hips swaying, hair bouncing. Getting bitchy looks from the girls and looks of awe from the guys. I have never felt more confident.

Before first hour alone, I have been approached by about 5 different guys, all seniors too! However, I still hadn't seen Malcom nor Brandon. I just figured they were the late arrivals that wanted all eyes on them as they entered the classroom. At least Malcom anyway. I sat in the same seat as yesterday in math waiting for the final bell to ring. About 5 minutes after the final bell rang, guess who strolled in, noone else but Mr. Attention Whore himself.

The seat next to me wasn't empty this time however. The guys who usually sat in the back had surrounded me at my desk as soon as I sat down. Malcom had no other choice, but to sit all the way across the room where the only open seat was located.

First hour had flown by. I had caught Malcom staring at me with his mouth open in shock at least 7 times throughout the hour. So what if I counted? The bell rang and this kid who I learned was named Sean said, "Would you like me to carry your books and escort you to your next class?" He had to ass the wink didn't he, like the cocky smirk wasn't enough. Every guy, including Malcom, turned to me anticipating an answer. "No thanks." I replied with a sweet innocent smile, and with that I struted out of the classroom, I could feel thir eyes burning into my backside. Perverts.

I ventured to my locker, caught up with Alena and we parted ways going to our next classes, that sadly, weren't even close to each other.

As I walked towards my next class, I felt kind of alone, sure people stared in disgust or awe, but I was still lonely.

As if my thoughts had been a prayer and it was just heard, a strong, frim hand grabbed my arm, pulling from my lonliness and bringing me into...a pitch black closet? Where was I? I smelt the smell of Pin Sol and Windex...was this the janitors closet? What the hell.

"Hello?" I stuttered

"You drive me crazy Kyla." A husky voice spoke, as the light turned on.

As soon as the light flicked on I saw myself face to face with noone other that Malcom Willow. Before I even had time to react his arms laced around my waist pulling my body as close to his as physically possible. His tight white shirt made it easy to feel his rock-hard chest and stomach againt my chest. As if it was natural, I slid my hands up his chest and laced them around his neck. He took one hand warpping one leg around his waist. His other hand slide up my opposite thigh, gliding over my ribcage and eventually gripping the back of my neck. He used his strength to crash our lips together.

I was in pure shock as to what was happening. All I knew is that he wanted entrance and I gave it to him. I opened my mouth letting him in, our lips moved in sync as our tongues danced together. He dropped the hand from the back of my neck and lifted my other leg and wrapped it around his waist as well. I was as close to him as physically possibly. My hands gripped his back as he pulled away from the kiss and began planting sensational kisses on my neck and eventually making their way to my collar bone. His kisses made their way up to my jaw line as I let a small moan escape my lips. As he pulled away I leaned in and began to kiss the neck right below his jaw line. His jaw clenched as my lips touched his tan skin. I made my way up to his ear and nibbled. He let out a low sexy growl. Sexiest sound I have ever heard.

I pulled away brushing my lips over his, I could tell he was getting turned on from the hardness in his pants. Also he crashed his lips to mine once more.

"Damn Kyla, I want you so bad right now." He moaned against my lips. I grinned into the kiss, knowing I was in charge now.

I bit his lower lip wanting entry, he allowed me in and our tongues danced once more, before we pulled away to come up for air. Our foreheads leaned against eachother. He nuzzled his head into my neck and his warm breath sent a shiver down my spine, he gently realeased my legs from his waist and whispered in my ear.

"I knew you didn't have a boyfriend." He pulled away smirking

I was absolutely speechless, standing their frozen as he fixed his hair where my fingeres had run through it and left the janitors closet.

What the hell just happend?