The idiocy of perfection

Chapter Four: Dolled Up

When Friday swings around I'm actually pretty happy, I'm not on great terms with James but I'll get through the project, Josh is happy, and Simon is my friend.

Of course HomeEc has to ruin that.

"My Dear, our project is done!" James announces proudly. He hands me two printed out copies of the lesson plan and I flip through them.

"Good, we've got a free day now." I smile, this is ideal.

You might not see how this is ruining the day yet, don't worry it'll come.

"Two, if you count today." he replies.

I smile and walk away to my desk, pulling out a book. Suddenly Audrey is at my desk.

"I'm making you socialize, I'm bringing you to a party tonight. I'll pick you up at eight." she says.

I look up, "I don't have a say in this do I?" she shakes her head yes.

"And I assume you'll actually be there at seven to try and doll me up?" I ask. She nods.

I sigh. I hate parties, I'm way to awkward. Still, the day ruining is still to come.

"By the way, it's at Kyle's house." she adds.

That's the day ruiner. Kyle is James best friend and teammate. That means James will be there, "AUD-" I whisper yell but she's gone. Dammit.

"Doll you up?" James asks, coming toward my desk.

I set my jaw and glare at him, hoping looks suddenly learn to kill.

"A stalker that also eavesdrops, how nice." I snap.

James throws his hands up, "Just came over to get my copy of the project."

"Idiot." I snark.

"Darling." he croons, snatching the paper.

"Jerk." I snarl.

"See you tonight Dear, I'm counting on you being a doll." James smiles, walking back to his desk.

Goddammit.

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Sure enough at seven Audrey is at my doorstep, a black duffel bag in hand.

"Hey, come on up, I've resigned to my fate." I say, the both of us jogging upstairs to my room.

"Ok Taylor, time for me to work my magic, go put this on." she hands me a dress that is so small folded up I can't imagine it will reach past my thigh and blue pumps.

I sigh and go put it on, it actually does reach mid-thigh, so I guess that's fine. The dress has a floral pattern and brown braided belt.

The pumps seem insane and I can't imagine I'll keep them on all night so I shove flip flops into my purse. I come out of the bathroom and Audrey had her arsenal of makeup laid out, "Let's do this." She says.

After about 40 minutes of some painful hair manipulating, a lot of 'can I look now's followed by 'not yet's, and a flurry of brushes Audrey steps back.

"Done!" she announces, I open my eyes and roll them, stopping as I catch my reflection in the mirror.

She's tamed my untamable wavy blond hair and manipulated of into a Ariana Grande-esc voluminous ponytail, the blond waves falling gracefully over my shoulder. My lips are a deep red and stand out like never before. My swampy eyes have somehow turned green under the charcoal colored eyeshadow and my eyelashes have tripled in size.