"fine, I'm coming out!"
i leave the hospital bathroom and headed back towards Jacques' room,--which very fortunately was right next door--garnering a few head turns from hospital workers. i enter Jacques room. Lara's jaw drops open in shock.
"oh my god, Janet! you look...you look beautiful!"
i can only see myself a little in the TV screen reflection. my bodice is cladded in a seductive black lace that finishes off in a skirt, adding a lighter, more feminine flair. my hair was pulled back into a long ponytail, extensions added, Ariana Grande style. I paired the outfit with a simple pair of five-inch black heels.
my face was natural, due to Lara's advice: "Give them sexy and unique, but be yourself. Walk out there in that gorgeous outfit and stilettos, but let them see that fresh face." and I obliged; i was wearing nothing more than a brush of foundation, thin lashes, and a brown lipstick.
"i clean up nicely, don't i?" i mutter, smirking at Lara. out of the corner of my eye, i see Jacques. motionless, still, yet his presence filled the room. i nod to the slumbering boy. "could you give us a few minutes?"
Lara looks between the two of us. her breath hitches, then she nods. "yes, yes of course. i'll wait in the car."
and Lara stalks off, leaving me and my boyfriend alone.
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
