Surviving my Scholarship

24K Nightmare

                I feel like some doll these girls are playing with. They keep "taking in here" and "curling that there." I am about to scream. I have parts of my hair pinned up. Wait, no. Now it's back down. Green eye shadow, nope back to white. Gold! Are you kidding me?! My hand starts shaking on its own. I'm about to storm out of here with half my face looking like a heavy rocker and the other half a canary. I can't understand how people can stand to do this all the time.

                "Enough," yells Julianne hemming the bottom of the dress. "She has such natural curls, allow them to breathe. Bring out the color with that shining stuff you use. Her eyes are so unique. Find something that will make them pop!  Go natural girls, she isn't the type to make a statement." I glared down at her. Was she calling me ugly? She continued to stitch.

                "Ladies," Pierce's voice calls from behind the barrier. "I hate to interrupt, but you've run out of time. I know you tried your best but seriously how do you transform a worm into a butterfly right? I'm sure she will do for the night." My hands turn into fists as I step off the little pedestal. I threw my visor up as I reach the corner of the barrier more out of habit than embarrassment.

                "You little arse," I scream as I turn the corner and charge at him finger pointing at his chest. He takes me in with a smirk. "How dare you?! A worm! I am not some low-moral inferior being to you! You have no right to say such a thing to me. You can't treat people this way just because your daddy has money. You ..... You.... You unfeeling, selfish leech!"

        I regretted saying it the second it came out. In my anger, I had stooped to his level and was feeling like the worm he had so rightfully called me. I let out a puff of air as I shook my fist loose and looked back at the employees who followed behind. Julianne was still attached to my train. I blushed in embarrassment as I started to apologize. Pierce said nothing as he continued to stare at me.

        I was finally cooling down from my fit of rage when I noticed his gaze upon my chest as it heaved with my deep breaths. My eyes grew wide and I turned away from him in a huff. He threw his hands up and chuckled as I headed back to the waiting room to grab my satchel and previous clothes.

        I stormed past him and push open the front door to the store. The driver surprised at my entrance, jumped out of the vehicle and opened the door just in time for me to pass through and I park in the seat I had previously taken. I cross my arms in my tantrum.

        Tantrum. That is all this is. I get objectified all day while working at that "dance" club and yet he somehow pained me. He pissed me off is what he did. First, he costs me my rent for the month and perhaps some addition to my savings. Then, his father practically kidnaps me to be this lowlife's date and now he is insulting me for being here.

        Pierce slides in thanking the driver in one swift motion. He sets a small gift bag on the floor and I glance down at it in interest. He didn't have that earlier. He looks up at me again with that same cocky smirk. I turn away from him and stare out the window.

        "Perfect," he groans. I try to ignore him. What is he talking about now? The silence that ensues would have driven a quiet person insane. I shift in my seat as I feel his gaze upon me. Finally building the courage, I look over to discover he doesn't have his Comm out. He finally mumbles something and moves over to my seat. I glare at him though it's pointless behind the visor.

        He slides an arm down the seat rest behind me and leans closer to me. I jerk away as he gently touches my ear. My reaction was too late. The visor fades and my eyes widen with panic. How did he even manage to unlock it?