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14: They Call Her Hot

It's Monday - the start of a new week, bringing a fresh new slate.

It's also the revealing of my new makeover look.

So far, everyone has loved it. I've been getting compliments left and right from girls that were "obsessed with my new hair", "loving that lip stick color", and "dying over those shoes". Guys thought I was "a smokin' hot babe", wondering "why don't we go out?", and telling me I'm "too good for Chris". I didn't think my new look would attract this much attention, but as I walked down the hallways, people were flocking my way, caressing every inch of my body with admiration. It boosted my ego to the highest level it's ever been. I had never felt this good about myself - as if I was the best version of Love Harrison that has ever come to existence.

Every move I made, people were watching, and I didn't even feel nervous or self-conscious anymore. No matter what I did, they loved it. Whatever poorly delivered joke I made in class, they laughed at. Whatever opinion I gave, they agreed. Whatever movement I made - tapped a pencil, yawned, cracked my knuckles - they did the same. What I concluded was that the new hair, makeup, and designer clothes, gained the respect of the student population. But what really hooked them in was my attitude. I needed to act as if this was who I was normally, not just an act for the show. I had to portray a side of me that I had never shown before, and play it off as if this is the way I had been all along.

I not only looked cool, I was cool.

It's a huge adrenaline rush, and I'm sure if I kept up with the hair, lipstick, shoes, and attitude adjustment, I'd get used to this feeling or popularity. It felt nice - I finally knew how Whitney and Chris felt being popular at school. I could understand how this type of attention would get addicting and why people would do anything – anything – to keep their spot at the top of the social pyramid. I wasn’t sure how far I was willing to go to continue the steady rise of popularity, but I knew it wouldn’t be going anywhere as long as the cameras were around. Until next year, my spot was secure.

Anyway, steering away from all that, I've been looking forward to this particular Monday because it makes the first meeting of Caleb's charity club, ThompsonCares. Aside from being exposed to his gentle side, it's also going to be a test of his authoritative skills. Considering I had never heard of the club, I didn't know anyone in it either. Seeing how Caleb would conduct a meeting with members that weren't his teammates will be highly entertaining.

Clyde and Donny are walking a few paces behind me when I open the door to the classroom the meeting would be held in. Though it's during the lunch hour, I could hear voices loudly talking.

It's a bit nerve racking since this will be the unveiling of the new and improved version of Love Harrison to the boys. Was I anxious to see how Caleb would react? Maybe. He is an attractive male counterpart who I may or may not have a deep connection with. With that said, I hold his opinion to a higher regard than most.

"Hello!" I say loudly. I walk in as Caleb is writing something on the white board. He does a double take when he realizes it’s me and his face brightens up.

"Love?"

In the front row, I'm surprised to see the lacrosse boys covered in crumbs, eating their various lunches.

"What's up guys?" I say casually, flipping the ends of my new do over my shoulder. It's obvious they’re awestruck by my new appearance since they’re ogling their eyes up and down my body.

That's what I get for trading sneakers for a pair of nude kitten heels, t-shirts for a white spaghetti tank top, and jeans for a A-line denim mini-skirt. Though I looked like a freshly made product from Darcy and could double for one of Whitney's groupies, I had to stake a claim that I was still spunky Love Harrison. What changed the outside couldn't change the inside.