The Makeover

06 | I Want it but do I got It?

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Chapter Six | I Want it but do I got It?

Panic.

Absolute panic is what Haze's combination of seven words has brought to my mind. I repeated them in my head like a mantra and even then, I still really have no idea what to think.

Does he think I'm ugly? I mean, everyone thinks I'm ugly but why should he care? I looked around and thank God no one was in sight to carry rumours about the reasons why Haze should be sitting so close to me, especially after what happened in the P. E class, so I continued staring daggers at him. I was waiting for him to burst into laughter and tell me he was only kidding.

"Don't overthink it, I'm going to explain," He raised a hand in surrender and gave a small smile before proceeding. "Note that I do NOT think you're ugly, infact I think you're beautiful in your own way. But since Friday, I could barely get my mind off you."

My heartbeat quickened in a way that should be against the law. He couldn't get his mind off me?Well, if only he meant that in a good way.

"After you refused to tell me your name in the hallways, I asked around for you and you want know how you were described?" he raised an eyebrow. Oh, I know already. The ugly shy Nerd that is always in black!

"Well, I'm sure you know already. Well, it really irked me;  there was something agitating about it that I couldn't lay a finger on. The way they said really mean things about you, the way they made fun of you and completely looked down on you, it made me too uncomfortable. And I really want to help you. You need a change and I want to help you to get there.

"The first step to confidence is changing something about your outlook and then perhaps you'll start being comfortable in your own skin. How about that bad description changes to the sexy confident Nerd that is well respected. You don't have friends now? People are going to flock around you then. How about that huh?"

My heart seized at his words but I managed to say something back. "What's it to you? Why are you doing this? Afterall, I've endured everything all this while and if you didn't notice me, it would have remained like that." I sulked.

"All of that changed as soon as I set my eyes on you. There are no coincidences.  It's your call to make, either you accept or not, it's fine by me. But I'd really like you to make a good decision. Trust me, it'll change your life."

And that's exactly what I'm scared of. Do I like my present life? Like my mum said, it's too boring. Do I want it to change? And then, can I handle the buzz the transformation would bring? I really had no idea how I felt about it.

"I-I really don't know," I frowned, fidgeting with my clothes while he tapped his foot on the ground beside me momentarily.

"Besides, are you a stylist or something? I thought beauty and stuff are for girls to specialize in," I narrowed my eyes at him. "And even if I agree to this, what would be your gain?"

"You have all the time in the world to think about it, there's no rush and all you have to do is say the word," he shrugged. 

"Pertaining to your second question, Leave me to worry about how the makeover is going to be done. And then, just see it like you owe me one, I can demand for my price anytime," he smirked.

Without thinking, I blurted out quickly, shaking my head frantically and waving my hands in the air right in front of him.

"I do not like the sound of that. I don't like owing people, stuff like that only  make people take advantage of the situation." And it's the truth.

Laughing hysterically, he stood up, gently tucking a stray hair behind my left ear. My ears tingled at the sensation, making me freeze and suck in a hard breath.