Out Of My League (Under Revision) (Book 1)

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Elliana, sweetie." My mother cooed. "The outfit isn't on right."

She then came over to me and straightened out my dress.

"Now, you really look like a princess." She smiled, running her soft hands through my silky brown locks.

I giggled.

Looking down at my tiny feet, I felt like princess as I caught sight of my white flats and pink dress.

"I feel like princess Aurora, mama!" I exclaimed.

"Well, to be a princess, you're going to have to act like a princess."

Those words were the signification by my mother that I would have to begin acting proper and polite.

That soon, my days of tea parties and dollies were going to come to an end.

As I grew on, I realized that just because you were treated as a princess as a child doesn't mean that you're going to be treated the same later on no matter how much you try to look like your favorite Barbie did.

Barbies are for children, make-up is for teenagers.

I'm sure that's the quote that Chloe follows except that she probably combines the two concepts.

"What are you doing?" I heard the familiar, masculine voice come from the doorway.

"I'm putting my hair up." I said finishing the messy bun.

I don't see why girls have to have the "perfect messy bun". There's a reason perfect and messy are opposites - to signify the very differences of two objects. Perfect and messy just do not mix.

"Don't tell me you're one of those girls that need to have a perfect messy bun?"

"Colton, in the time that you've known me, do you really think I care about the idea of perfection?" I looked back at him to see him shake his head. "Exactly. Let's be real here, I hate perfection."

Colton had this thoughtful look on his face until he realized I was looking at him.

I was in the mood to just listen to music - to just lay down and listen to the most melancholy songs I had ever had the chance to listen to.

"Why are you listening to this?" He asked walking into my room and picking up my phone, no doubtedly, seeing the album cover of Framing Hanley.

"Because I like their music." Today, I wasn't in the mood to actually talk to people. I was in the mood to listen to music and relax. I was in one of those moods to read a good book while listening to a sad song then imagining scenarios in my head although they will most likely never happen.

As I lied down on my bed, I felt pressure sink into the other side.

"What are you doing, Colton?" I asked.

"I'm laying down next to you. What does it look like?" I rolled my eyes and kept the music playing, just listening to it.

The song described me. It was the epitome of what I had felt.

What happened when I was bullied out of weight.

What I felt when I went anorexic because of the bullying.

What I felt when my brother abandoned me.

What I feel when my parents leave for business.

What I felt when I found those adoption papers.

It's called "No Saving Me" by Framing Hanley. I've been listening to them since I was a small, fragile fourteen-year old.

"And I keep on though it hurts,