The Makeover

05 | The Offer

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Chapter 5 | The Offer

"She doesn't have any friends," Mauve smiled maliciously, standing tall and confident in front of Isela and I with folded arms and all her weight on one foot. Shrugging, Isela raised a evident non-challant eyebrow, "What exactly is your deal? I wasn't even speaking to you."

Glancing at my face that must have redeened in embarrassment and plastering her fakest smile on her face, she cleared her throat. "Oh, don't mind my manners, I'm Mauve. Mauve Sanchez, Head cheerleader of Maple Hills. Nice to meet you, But I'm going to go right to the point."

"She," Mauve pointed a gold-coloured fingernail towards me and continued. "Is no good for you. A sweet looking girl like you shouldn't mingle or even be seen with the shyest, nerdiest and dumbest mute in the school," She spat, staring daggers at me, while I fidgeted with my thin fingers. "You should let someone like me show you the ropes and if I observe and confirm your loyalty, who knows, I might even help you join the Squad." She was referring to the cheerleading squad.

Loyalty my ass. I closed my eyes and stiffened my muscles, just wishing Isela would accept her offer and then they'll all leave my sight. I've had committment issues since Roxana and well, If Isela was going to turn her back on me, she had better do it now while I haven't gotten attached to her at all. Afterall, with a body and incredibly charismatic personality like hers, that's where she belongs. With the beauts.

"Funny how you say that," Isela Matthews hollered a mocking laughter that almost made me laugh myself. I didn't know what she was up to.

"Thanks for your offer but firstly, let me tell you what I think about you and your crackhead minions. I think y'all pained little fake bitches who have nothing to do than to pick on other people that did nothing to deserve such treatment. I know what exactly your type is. And sorry to say, but I don't derive any pleasure from shaking booty for some Ill-mannered jocks and I'll rather hang myself than become another one of your toadies. Lastly, if you'd excuse us sweetheart, I and my lovable bestfriend are now going to get the hell outta your million dollar hair," Isela said and winked slyly.

They all stood there with widened eyes.

I was equally gobsmacked. In my head, all I expected was Isela to say was That's soo cool, I'm coming with you. Bye Zara, Maybe I'd see you around. But she had my back. She actually had my back and stood up for me against the bitches that were offering her popularity. It was unbelievable.

Where had she been all my life?

I was pulled out of my thoughts and out of the class likewise, towards the hallways by a smirking Isela. "Hey new girl, you're going to regret this!" I heard a annoyed Mauve shout after us. Her ego was just bruised, she had every right to rant. Laughing, Isela released my arms as we walked foward. Facing me, she said and slightly nodded her head towards the direction we just came from,"So, I'm guessing that's the tyrant queen bee."

"Yeah she is," I affirmed.

"Typical."

We were in a comfortable silence for sometime and I felt chill, I felt like I could actually talk to someone and they won't judge me. Then she faced me again. "So, she was right? You really don't have friends?"

The question I've been avoiding all day. "Yeah", I nodded. "I used to have at least one friend consecutively, but I realized that they were all using me to get to my brother. He's kinda popular around here and they felt like if they became friends with me, maybe he'll notice them and be interested but he never was, and so, they all left me."

"That's so stupid, they're all assholes. I'm sorry you had to go through that," Isela patted me comfortingly. "But it's cool though, I was friendless too in my old school, no one talked to me. They were all a bunch of rich folks and showoffs, I just never ever got along with any of them. All I wanted to do was kick their asses."