CHAPTER 2----- that one fateful night
Jean was surprised. She can’t even say a word. She called her bestfriend, Anne to say that she was going out with Max. Anne couldn’t be much happier for her. She has witnessed how Jean struggled for acceptance. And this could mean so much to her friend.
“Really??? Hell, yeah! I knew it! “, Anne shrieked over the phone.
“you knew what?”, Jean asked innocently.
“duh? Don’t play dumb with me. you knew too that Max wants you two to become an item!”, she screamed like hell.
“Ok, cut the fangirl syndrome. And for the record, I don’t know anything. And I’m not expecting anything,” she said softly, almost inaudible.
Anne rolled her eyes.
“Okay, missy. Get your arse here and I’m gonna make you the prettiest, hottest girl in the whole universe. Be here in 5 minutes, ciao!” Anne said enthusiastically.
“Allrighty…” Jean sighed.
At Anne’s house…
“Like hell I’m wearing that!!!” Jean screamed with all her might.
“Shut up. I’m not asking for your opinion.”, Anne dragged Jean who was giving her a disgusted look.
“It’s all pink and so girly and so…princess-ish…I’m not wearing that thing! Not now, nor ever!!!”, Jean was desperately breaking loose from Anne’s powerful grip.
“Hey, listen dimwit! First it’s not pink! It’s scarlet, color blind. Second, you’re going out with a boy and he’s up to spending a magical night with you as his princess. For goodness’ sake, you’re not gonna play lawn tennis!” Anne was so irritated. She tightened her grip.
Jean was left speechless. She helplessly stared at Anne’s green eyes with dropped jaw.
“I don’t know where that lawn tennis thingy came from. But, hey no offense, look at you. You wear some baggy clothes just like a dude. And boys don’t like that look. Well most of them don’t like kissing a dude,” Anne chuckled while looking straight into Jean’s eyes.
“I’m not even imagining kissing him!” Jean blushed. “Okay fine. Just, don’t make it too sissy. And the make-up thing…don’t make it too obvious. You may end up making me look like a hooker…” Jean sighed. She was too tired to resist Anne’s scheme.
“I’m not promising anything,” Anne beamed a devilish grin.
“I swear I’m gonna rip your internals out…”, Jean threatened Anne.
“Oh, I’m scared,” Anne retorted with sarcasm.
Jean rolled her eyes. Her heart was skipping a beat. She was so excited. She shook off the thought of kissing Max. It’s impossible. Yeah, it is, she said to herself. It’s just a date. As if he’ll take it to the next level. Jean let out a sigh.
“what’s with the long face, your majesty?” Anne asked Jean, popping the bubble of thought she was making.
“Quit messing around. I just don’t know how to absorb all of this. I mean, we’re friends and all but this…it’s not gonna work out. He’ll dump me for sure.” Jean sadly said.
“You like him, don’t you?” Anne asked sternly.
“well we’re just friends. He’s cute, popular, and so lively. I don’t even own any five-inch heels. I’m pale and skinny. I’m typically one of those sorry looking girls who want to fit in. if you’re the cheerleader type, I’m the bench sitter type, wearing ugly looking, huge eyeglasses while solving the most complex of all the quantum physics problems. In short, I’m a sore loser.” Jean said with conviction.
Anne sighed. She doesn’t want Jean to feel down. She has witnessed her bestfriend belittle herself many times.
“hey, look. You’re beautiful okay? You just need confidence.” Anne said while brushing Jean’s hair.
“And boobs…and butt…” Jean said while looking down.
“you only need those when you’re in the middle of the Pacific Ocean so that you won’t drown.” Anne said with a smile on her face,
“Geez, do you know any cosmetic surgeon? I need boob and butt job.” Jean said in serious tone.
Anne hit her.
“Ow! What was that for?” Jean yelled at Anne.
“I just want to shove some sense up your brain. Models don’t need boobs and butt and sometimes…face. You get what I mean? You don’t need to alter your anatomy just to look great. All you need is C.O.N.F.I.D.E.N.C.E.” Anne said the word confidence in an exaggerated manner.
“And I just would like to remind you that I’m not a model. I’m a normal teenager who was brainwashed by the media to believe that looking beautiful means having a well contoured physique with some overtly enlarged body parts.” Jean looked at her boobs in the mirror.
“You’re impossible Jean Carson Duncan.” Anne surrendered.
“oh my God. Look at you. You’re dazzling!” Anne was astonished. She rounded Jean. She was so pretty in the scarlet dress. Her hair was so black and her blue eyes shone against the contrast.
“bravo. Do you like me to give credits to you?” Jean said while rubbing her right arms. It was cold and she was wearing a sleeveless dress.
“You can thank me later, darling,” Anne winked at Jean.
“The last time I wore this kind of dress in a cold December night, I nearly fainted due to hypothermia. And it’s deadly, I tell you.” Jean shivered. They are waiting for Max at Anne’s living room.
“Well, you’re not gonna get cold because you’ll be having a coat.” Anne said with a smile.
“yeah that’s better. Well, hand it to me now. I’m freezing.” Jean said while extending her hand to Anne.
“Uh-uh. Who said it will be coming from me? Max’s machismo complex will direct him to giving you his coat. And it’s so romantic. You’ll be enveloped by his musky, sexy scent! How cool is that?” Anne nearly screamed.
“hey! He’s gonna be cold too!” Jean blushed.
Anne rolled her eyes.
“duh? Share the coat with him. It’ll be more romantic.” Anne said while dancing.
“Cliché. Pathetic. It’s so corny!” Jean raised her voice. The thought of getting close to Max was too much. She became more excited to see Max. She just tried to contain it or else Anne would see her giggle and hyperventilate like a highschool fangirl.
Ding dong!!!
sorry for the late update...got through lots of requirements last sem...<sigh> well i hope i will be able to update this story more often... well let me know bout your thoughts...thanks!!! and i'm sorry for the errors in grammar and spelling :) love you!!!
song for this chapter: terrified
