Someone Else

Chapter 3

AN: Again, no editing, no reading. Just posted it the way it was.

~Celeste

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Do you have any idea how expensive this is going to be?" I ask Andrew as I walk out of the dressing room of Hot Topic.

"Don't worry about it, man, I gotcha covered."

I had traded my slacks for a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, and my button-up shirt for a dark Suicide Silence shirt. My suspenders were gone, as well as my glasses, replaced with a belt and contacts. To top it all off, I had a black leather jacket as well. But what took the cake was my hair; normally held back by a fair amount of gel, it now fell forward into my face.

"I feel like an idiot." I say.

"You don't look like one," Andrew replies. "Trust me you'll get used to it."

This kind of stuff was what Andrew wore all the time, and he rocked it. Myself in the other hand, looked like a poser. I guess I kinda was a poser at this point, though.

But when I look from someone else's perspective, I thought I looked pretty good. But I just didn't feel like me.

"Man, Noelle will be falling for you in no time." He breathed.

I looked away. For the first time in my life, I felt confident in myself. Confident in my look, confident in my life, confident I could win Noelle over. I was going to make her mine, no matter what it took.

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"Now that you have the clothes," Andrew said, lounging on the beanbag in his gigantic room. "You need the look."

"Oh great..." I mutter under my breath.

"Come on, it'll be easy." Andrew tries to reassure me. I'm not sure I believe him.

"First, you need to hold your head high. Take pride in who you've become."

Straightening my posture, I push back my shoulders and look toward the ceiling.

"Too much," Andrew laughs. "You look like a penguin."

I roll my eyes and find a good in-between.

"Much better." He says.

"What's next?" I ask.

"Hold your horses, cowboy. We're not done with the look. You need to master the smirk. Do it."

I smile at him.

"No, I mean, the smirk Travis does that makes girls swoon. The half-smile thing. Oh, you know what I'm talking about."

Travis is the quarterback of the football team, and the most popular guy in school. What a great guy right? Wrong. So very, very wrong. Travis is the biggest jerk I've ever met. He treats other guys like competition, and girls like trash.

But worst of all, girls couldn't take their eyes off him. I mean, who would, he's the school bad boy.

Back to me.

Coming out of my thoughts, I try to imitate Travis' smirk.

"Whoa, dude, no need to blind me, save that for Noelle." Andrew laughs.

I roll my eyes at him again.

"Why am I even friends with you?" I ask, playfully.

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AN: Eeeek! Idk how this story's going to turn out, I'm writing it as I go along. I can't decide if I ship Nolex or... Nolyn! (You'll find out who that is soon!)

Anyways, luv ya!!! :*

~Celeste