I Will Make Him Pay [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4: Suprises and Lipstick

I have no words to explain the expression on my face right now. It is deep with red and a straight face with loads of panic. Now when I look out my window all I will see is him. The annoyance in all my classes and now my personal life. Maybe he doesn't live here and it's just his friends house. I shouldn't jump to conclusions.

"What are you doing in that house?" I ask him politely and panic rushing over me.

"I live here, why else would I be in this house?!"

I think I may faint at this very second. Catch me please, before I fall to my death.

"Wait a second, you're the new neighbors?" He asks with a surprising look.

"I guess so..." I say awkwardly and put my hands into the pockets of my jeans. I wish our new neighbors were an elderly couple, so I could just live in peace. So far, everything bad has happened since I've gotten here.

"Well then, this will be fun," he smirks at me and then heads out of his room. I sigh loudly and I regret that I picked this room. Stupid aqua room, why does your paint have to be so beautiful? Why do you have to remind me so much of the beautiful ocean?

I stay there and check my phone for any messages, none. Well I'm not miss popular anymore, I used to be.

When I started middle school I always got along with everyone. Even though in the inside I was scared, I tried to appreciate everybody. I didn't have very many good friends until I met Layla. She was judgmental (and still is), mean, but very persuasive. She told me that I was the prettiest girl in school and that she is so jealous of me. I always flashed a smile back at her and she would just take it all in. Soon enough, I was like her lost puppy who finally found a home. By the time eighth grade all the boys liked her and stared at her in halls. She and I were clearly the most popular in school.

She would invite me to her house and we would look out of the yearbook and point out the hot guys in our school. It was fun, but soon enough she got slutty. Homecoming in ninth grade. She got asked by about half the boys in school. She turned down all of them until she got the one she wanted to ask her. A junior, who was attractive enough that I could pee myself. He was a bad boy, a hot bad boy. It was only her freshman year, but she was the bait. Every guy wanted her badly.

She bought a tight dress that made her butt stick out too big. She caked on the makeup to make herself look older, bright red lipstick and smokey eyeshadow. With gallons of mascara and concealer. She was only at the dance for a couple of minutes until she disappeared with the junior. Later in the night I had to pee real bad so I automatically went into the women's bathroom. Guess who I saw half naked?

Layla and the junior.

They were kissing like wildfire. She grabbed onto his hair multiple times and he kept touching her gigantic breasts. Red lipstick was smeared all over his face and they were sweating like pigs. Layla spotted me in the mirror even though she was madly kissing still. She backed away from him and walked toward me quickly. She was clearly angry and needed me to listen so she told the dimwit to wait outside.

"Are you stalking me for tips or something?" She sneered.

I shook my head and it seemed to anger her more.

"Listen to me Mak! Don't ruin this incredible moment like you already did. If you want to be in here then go bring you're own boy in with you! Besides, I'm gonna have fun tonight and you're not invited." I look up at the crazy b**ch before me. She just turned evil that night, but I didn't realize it. I was as clueless as I always had been.

I just nodded in agreement and then she told me to drink the delicious punch. She is the most confusing human being I have ever met. I walked out of the bathroom slowly to see her date looking up and down other girls. Then he saw me and checked me out, how rude.