Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Algebra

Skylar's P.O.V.

My feet were sore from walking.

My hands were clammy from holding bags.

My body was covered in a thin layer of sweat from trying to keep up with Amy.

My heart is racing with anticipation of what's yet to come.

It's Prom time.

Amy and I are back at the house now, with my hair, nails, and makeup complete.

Thankfully, I had been able to work in a relaxing bath before applying any finishing touches.

Of course, anything above my shoulders was kept completely dry, along with my nails.

They probably didn't need to be, but it never hurts to be cautious.

Grayson, Isaac, Carter and Axel are all still 'getting ready.' Though we all know that they're only waiting for us girls to be done prepping.

Spencer will be here any minute now with her necessities finished as well. We both agreed to meet up before putting our dresses on, so we could see the final result together.

It'll make up for missing the rest of the day together.

The moment we got back home, I excused myself and disappeared into the bathroom in attempt to calm my nerves.

I take a deep breath and look in the mirror once more. My makeup is beyond gorgeous, and I must remember the man's name who did it so I can go back.

My eye makeup forms a beautiful, gold and black smokey eye.

The eyeliner is fairly thick, which I would have earlier assumed to be too much, but it's perfect.

Above the eyeliner, is a gold line of glitter. Now, trust me when I say that glitter is my number one enemy, but it really works right now.

The glittery eyelids don't stand out too much thanks to the shaded burgundy color along the top, so my makeup isn't too extravagant.

My hair, however, might be a different story. Don't get me wrong, I love it, it's just very... large.

First it was curled, then split to form a half up, half down style. It's rather big, but it's beautiful nonetheless.

"Girl! Open the door so we can finally sexify ourselves!"

I laugh to myself, rather loudly, and open the door to my bedroom.

Spencer stands on the other side with her gown in a bag for cover. He hair and makeup are absolutely gorgeous, and I hardly recognize her.

Her hair isn't anything extravagant, just curled a bit to allow her perfectly trimmed hair to shape her face, which is now coated in the impeccable amount of makeup.

She when with a simple, nude lipstick, and gave herself a dark smokey eye, done just right to bring out her bright orbs.

Don't get me wrong, she's always practically flawless, but she seems to hold a new level of maturity to her appearance now.

She looks grown up, and ready to take on the world, starting with our senior prom.

"You look to beautiful!" She exclaims.

"Me!? I hardly even recognized you! You look stunning!"

We squeal loudly, something that we would only allow ourselves to do when we're experiencing an excitement overload.

Now, is clearly one of those times.

"Oh my god, I'm going to cry."

She waves her hands quickly over her face to avoid the running mascara. Now is not the time for tears.