The G Word.

4.

"Where is it!" You know how when you don't want something you see it everywhere but when you freaking need it , it suddenly vanishes into thin air?
"Where's my goddamn boots!?" I yell getting down on all fours to check under my bed.

"Hey , what's all the noise about?" Joan groans stumbling into my room rubbing her eyes.
"Where are my combat  boots ?" I huff.
"Quinn I've been up all night , working on my novel and you wake me up , screaming about some boots ?" She closed her eyes  pinched the bridge of her nose .

"Hey ,what's going oooon." Brooke  grumbles as she yawns , scratches her head and pushes  her bird's-nest  hair back from her face .
"She's asking for her shoes ." Joan answers annoyance clear in her tone .

"Boots ,my  black combat boots."

"Oh it matters." She quips.
"Oh I have them ." Brooke says going back into  her room .
"Here." She offers .

"What?I needed them for a party ." She defends realising I was glaring hard at her .
"These are my new boots ,you can't just take them ." I  fume .

"W...it's not likely you wear them anyway  ."
"I swear if they smell like alcoholic or vomit -"

"They don't , not anymore ." She defends .

I glare at her , not anymore ?

"I'm kidding ."

I sniff  them just to make sure and slip them on , I walk to the mirror and  closely observe my new appearance .
"Wow you look amazing ." Brooke  sighs .
"Sluty's more like it ." Joan mocks but smiles "you look amazing ." She adds .

"Thanks."

I kinda like this new look, I had straightened my jet black hair into thick waves that fall gracefully over my shoulders .A plain white crop top that hugged my body tightly  and accentuated my medium sized chest ,underneath it I had on ... the right bra size.
A pair of black ripped jeans which were also tight and drew attention to my butt .
I wore a black leather jacket with rolled up sleeves .
I had used my make up more efficiently today , normally I would just slap on some clear mascara and some lipgloss.
But this morning I had on a full look ,concealer ,blush , contour , dark mascara ,all of it. And for the piece de resistance , a dark shade of  red lipstick .

***

"Why are you doing all of this ?" Joan asks raising an eyebrow .
Before I get a chance to defend myself , Tracy interrupts.

"Her hormones are catching up to her ." She had a fat grin on her face .
"W..no .. it's .."

" Are you doing this because of a boy ?" Brooke bluntly inquiries .
"Yes.." I answer in a hushed voice .
"There you go ." She finishes  shoving a toothbrush with a boatload of toothpaste into her mouth and heads back upstairs to her bathroom.
"Why do you feel the need to get some guys attention ?" Joan asks

"You haven't seen this guy .And I have a huge crush on him , you should be supporting me for going after what I want . isn't that what your all about ?"

"Well yes...but not in that way ."

"Yeah well I'm doing it anyway ,so ."
She just rolls her eyes and  heads for the kitchen counter , I follow suit .

"So how hot is this guy anyway ?" She asks .
I pull out my phone and show her my screen saver .
It was a photo of us in a large group ,of our friends .He had his arm around  my shoulder flashing a bright smile . Meanwhile I was on the verge of a heart attack .
Her eyes flew wide open .
"Woah !"

"I know right ?"

"You two already seen really close ."

"If by close you mean bro-zoned close ,then your right ."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So do you want eggs and bacon or.."

"Just cereal."

"Hey , you need me to give you a ride or ?" Tracy asks grabbing her own bowl of cereal .

"Uh yeah sure."

***

"Make sure you don't make it obvious that your trying to get his attention ,be casual about it ...."

Brooke  had been rambling all the way from home .

"Do  little things like bite your lip ,put a little swing in your hips when you walk , twirl your hair , bat your eyelids ,flirt with someone else , someone who is most likely to hurt his pride."

"Okay , okay , can you hold the rest of the information overload for later?"

"I can't help it ,I'm excited for you ."

****

"Kay later ." I shut the door and walk of as  I sling my  monkey bag over my shoulder .

"Good luck!" Brooke  yells before speeding off .

As I walk through the school doors , almost all eyes are on me .I can hear murmurs and whistles , I'm having conflicting feelings about this , on one hand I feel like all those eyes are violating me but then again I feel
like I'm superior in everyway and all the students answer to me .Pure bliss.