The Makeover

12 | I Like Me Better

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Chapter Twelve | I Like me better

Ever since I've known Mauve Sanchez, she's always been this cold mean calculating snobby girl who feels like the whole word revolves around her tiny waist.

The typical Câpö Cãgnà.

Not only is she egoistical and controlling, She says things just as she feels or sees them; She's brutally honest and actually not a fan of gossiping. That's suprising right? It was to me at first.

Always striving to be perfect at everything, you would never see one of her eyebrows thicker than the other, the same way wouldn't see her wearing a fake smile or giving you an approval that doesn't come from the the deepest realm of her heart, she doesn't slack off in any ramification and that's probably why she has the perfect guy. Anyone would be happy to have him.

As she walked slowly towards me with a discerning look on her perfectly sculpted face, I knew the little scene that I pulled off in class was not nearly enough to keep her away for good.

Keeping her usual posture of standing on one foot and folding her arms across her chest, she looked me up and down with a sinister smile and I could only hope that I looked as ready for her as I felt inside.

The tension was high between us and it took Isela tapping the locker lightly to usher me out of my daydream. When no one deemed it fit to speak first, Roxana spoke up the thought I assumed she had been dying to let out.

"Wow, Zara you look, you look...I can't even bring out the word, I'm absolutely awed. And that hot dress you're wearing? The designer made it for three weeks, it's only going to be auctioned at this season's special New York Elite runway for a lot of dollars! And your newly found confidence, it's golden-"

"Shut your mouth Roxana," Mauve muffled stifly, glaring down at her friend with absolute disdain. Right, Roxy spends all her time reading fashion magazines, it's not a surprise that she knows everything I don't know about my own dress.

Listening the showers of accolades from Roxana only made my stomach churn. Just this last week, she reminded me of how ugly my plain shirt was and now, it's a different story?

But there's one thing; If you can't dance in the rain with me, you'll never be with me in the storm and if you aren't in the storm with me, I definitely don't need you in the sunshine either.

Before I could give her a beffiting reply, Mauve cleared her throat, An indication that she was ready to say something. I don't know why but I caught myself listening with rapt attention.

"I must say, this is a nice change from what your were before, but you don't fool me. I never thought I'd see that day when you'd finally open your mouth to talk. You managed to decieve everyone with that little act into thinking you had changed but I say again, you don't fool me, I don't buy it one bit."

"Look at you all dolled up, looking bold and confident, but deep down, you and me both know of the fact that you'll still be that little mute shy Clumsy Nerd who can't hold her own and is sure of the fact that she'd never be enough."

"Because they say, ugliness can be fixed but stupidity is forever," She shook her head with an amused expression. I could see a fire ignite in her eyes and it completely broke the wall I'd been building around myself.

Shocked gasps hit my ears the same way the sincerity of her words hit my right in the middle of my head like a brick. She's right. She can see right through me. All she said is nothing but the truth and she has managed to get into my head. I'm beginning to doubt myself like I've always done.