The Makeover

08 | Reficîo

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Chapter Eight | Reficîo

The week went absolutely fast or perhaps I just feel that way because I was anticipating today. Nothing changed for me aside from the fact that I and Isela are getting to know each other better and my opinion of her still remains, if not get getting better by the day but she and Zeke still hate each other's guts no matter what I say or do and I really don't know how to feel about it.

During the week, I made sure to be ahead of all my schoolwork schedules and home assessments because I don't know how today would go or how long it'll take, infact I have no idea of anything because Haze didn't let me know.

The only confirmation I have about where his offer stands are the not so subtle glances he sent to me occasionally during one class or the other we have together.

Nothing has ever happened to make me change my mind about me wanting this transformation, but infact, everytime I think it through, I see more reasons why I actually really need it. I've suffered for too long, a little compensation won't hurt.

It's about 9:30 a.m and as usual, Zeke and my mom have gone jogging over an hour ago, leaving me to a light breakfast of yummy blueberry waffles. If I was a normal girl, I'll be freaking out that I had just thirty minutes to dress up before Haze's arrival, but that's not me.

All I need is ten minutes to scrap my tangled hair into a ponytail, throw a black shirt and a pair of skinny jeans on. Only now I took a few minutes to deliberate on whether or not to wear the glasses he bought for me.

And that I did, by 9:50, I was as ready as I could be, sitting on the couch in the living room and waiting impatiently while still giving myself a little pep-talk.

After some minutes of killing time by tapping my foot gently on the bright blue ceramic tiles, I jumped at the loud blaring of a horn. This is it. That must be him.

I stepped slowly out of my building with sweaty palms. I couldn't help the frantic beating of my heart as I stepped out towards his car and not being gobsmacked at the sight of him added another item to the already long list of the things I couldn't help but do.

My toes twitched in my converse as I took him in for a moment too long. He was seated, visibly relaxed at the driver's seat of his glistening red cabriolet. The top and windows of the expensive car were down and this time, the usual sexy disheveled look to his hair was gone without a trace.

The blonde creaminess was gelled and laid back down, evading every streak of the chilly breeze that attempted to to toss it around, while still exposing and giving the merited credit to his firm forehead.

One of his long arms were spun around the steering wheel, while the other was lazily placed on his white jeans that came out greatly with his red leather jacket.

He looked absolutely delectable.

I had to pinch myself to know this wasn't a dream because most good things are just dreams. Implausibility will be the greatest understatement for what my eyes are caught on.

He looked slowly to the side and as soon as his eyes caught sight of me, he smirked and waved me over. I froze at the spot and swallowed hard, attempting to wipe the drool of my mouth because I'm dead sure there was one. He must be so pleased to have me gawking at him all the time.

Pulling my self together, I walked slowly towards the car, muttering under my breath, Zara, if this isn't real, then you're in one hell of a dream!

"Hey," I smiled nervously once I got in the car and closed it after me with a small thud. The scent of his cologne and the woodsy one enveloped the car as I adjusted myself on the plush red leather seats.