Bad Reputation

Bad Reputation (19)

Chapter 19

I wake up extra early the next morning. Despite the lessons Riley had given me, I doubted my makeup skills. Truth was I had never worn anymore makeup than a swipe of mascara land lipstick. One of their purchases for me had been a brand new makeup kit, and Riley expected me to use every single one of the products today.

It took me three tries to get the smoky eye look. It was nowhere near as perfect as Riley’s, but it wasn’t hideous either. I covered my lips in the red lipstick, so it matched my nails. After that I brushed my long, blonde hair and curled it slightly, just to get a little volume, just like Riley said.

Lastly, I put on my modified uniform and left the three top buttons open. I wobbled quite a bit in my new heels. Last night, Riley had told me to wear them and get used to them, but I had been too exhausted.

Now I regretted ignoring her instructions.

But, knowing her, Riley really would hit me if I didn’t wear them. That’s why I left them on.

When I felt I could stand properly in them, I walked over to the mirror. These new clothes made me a little uncomfortable, but both Trinity and Riley had told me it looked good.

I breathed in deeply, studying myself. The skirt hit mid-thigh, exposing a lot of my legs no one had seen before. The high heels only made them seem longer and the blazer fit just perfectly, keeping the attention on my midriff. I had thought Trinity hadn’t touched my blouse, but I noticed now it was much tighter than it had been on Friday.

I sighed as I walked out of my room. For once I was happy, both mother and father left early. They would have heart attacks if they saw me like this.

Despite the extra half hour I had added to my morning routine, I realized I was running a little behind. I grabbed an apple from the kitchen counter before I ran out of the front door. I heard the slam it made behind me, but barely acknowledged it. I was already halfway to the car. 

Luckily, the grounding did not take away my car privileges.

I got to school fifteen minutes before first period and breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn’t be late. If I got another detention and my mother found out, she would have my head for sure.

It was quiet when I entered the school. This hadn’t been unusual if I had arrived on my normal time.

But it was only ten minutes until school started. The grand hall should be filled with chattering and laughter.

There was a lot of people, so that wasn’t the problem. It was almost like they didn’t dare to make a sound.

When the door closed behind me, almost all heads turned to me.

And then the whispering began.

I couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying, only some of the words.

My name, Reagan, Damian. Breakup, make out, makeover.

When I walked through, people parted for me, something I hadn’t experienced since I was friends with Reagan.

It seemed like the mass of people wanted to lead me to one specific thing.

Only when I reached the row of lockers did I realize exactly what.

Against the wall – my locker, to be specific – was Reagan and Damian. They were making out; very much like the kiss they shared at my parents’ gala. This was quite the unusual sight in our school, because it was not how a lady and a gentleman behaved.

That’s probably why the rest of student body couldn’t keep their eyes away.

I felt numb. It was unlike Saturday night, simply because there was no more pieces of my heart to break. Only an empty hole remained in my chest.