starboy | kailor

Chapter 9

Skylor's POV

Speak of the devil, there it was. I stare into the screen of my phone at the image taken from my father's 50th birthday. I was decked out in an orange dress, that reached to the ground. Not a bright orange, of course. It was more soft. Like the sunset. 

The dress itself had its own elegance too. It was cut from a simple silk cloth, and hugged my curves, giving me an 'hourglass figure' as people like to call it. I'd always been very anxious about the slit at the side, exposing my leg, but that matter bubbled over quickly. The shoes were simple golden heels, which had been tailored to size by a friend of my father's. My hair had also been styled too, all piled up and stacked on top of my head with loose locks of hair framing my face, topped off with many hair cosmetics.

I hated that dress. At my father's birthday, during the dinner, I'd spilt a little wine on myself, which wasn't too bad, considering I could clean it off in the bathroom. However, after I'd stood up, I'd tripped over my heels and face planted into the triple tiered cake that was being wheeled out to the table. Not to mention that there were at least over 70 guests at the party.

FLASHBACK

I burst out laughing, taking a sip from the wine glass in my hand, as Dad retold a story from his old tennis club. It was the same story he told at every event, and it always earned a laugh from everybody. One of the guests who was seated next to me, gave me a light nudge, "You've spilt a little something on your dress," she whispered. I looked down at my outfit, to see a deep red wine stain on the bodice. Clearing my throat, I set the glass down, pushing my chair back and standing up, "I'll be back in a second!"

Spinning around, I headed for the door, just as the cake was wheeled out. It looked magnificent, and my mouth was watering, just by staring at it. The triple tiers each had a flavour of its own; the bottom being chocolate, the middle being vanilla, and the top being fruit and nut. I exchanged a quick nod with the servant, just as I stumbled on the rug, my heel slipping. I fell forward, landing directly onto the cake, as everyone immediately stood up to witness the commotion.

Frosting was weaved into my hair, and my dress was covered in cake. I slowly spun around to see my dad's mouth agape in shock. Needless to say, I ruined my father's big night.

END FLASHBACK

The cab pulls up outside the campus building and I grab my stuff, quickly paying the driver as I jump out of the car, heading into the building and into the elevator.

The dress was in my room. Dad had told me to bring it with me in case I go to any big events, which I thought was highly unlikely at first but now I'm not so sure.

Heading down the corridor, I unlock my room, and switch the light on, letting the door close behind me. I open up my closet and start pushing clothes aside, searching for The Dress From Hell. There it was, hanging to collect dust at the very back. Rolling my eyes, I tug it off the hanger, tossing it onto the bed. It had been washed after the birthday incident and left to hopefully rot. Dad also insisted on me bringing the heels too, but I could just wear flats, right?

I still had time to kill before 7. I should probably take a shower. Taking my robe and towel, I reach under my desk for my slippers, and head on into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Hanging the towel and robe on the hooks, I peel off my clothes, tossing them into the laundry hamper as I step into the shower, pulling the door shut. I prefer hot showers over cold ones. It's just so much better in so many ways. I adjusted the temperature, before sighing in relief as I let the water soak my hair and body.

Steam collected on the glass door as I massaged shampoo into my scalp, and I rinsed off my hands, using a steady finger to draw patterns and doodles on the condensation. I started with a plane, making little dashes as a trail of exhaust, or whatever it was that trailed after. I add on some clouds, adding some lightning and rain for decoration. A sun too, just at the very corner.

Then I drew a porcupine. Spiky skin, adorable eyes that could melt your insides like chocolate within seconds, and a charming smile. Okay, I'll be honest, that's a lot to fit onto an innocent creature, and the end result came out looking like a demonic pineapple, but it left the thought of a certain someone on my mind. A smile tugs at my lips, and I quickly use my forearm to wipe off the drawings, before letting the shampoo suds run out of my hair with the running water. Rubbing soap into my skin, I rinse off quickly, adding in a quick shave into my routine.

Wait, why was I trying so hard to impress a guy who I probably was never gonna go with? Am I that desperate? Or am I just using this as an excuse to get dolled up for once in my life? Stepping out onto the bath rug, I wrap a towel around my body, using another one to pile my hair up onto my head, before heading to the sink, using the palm of my hand to wipe off the condensation from the mirror. Strands of red could be seen poking out from under my head-towel, and I rub lotion into my skin, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I'm not an artist, but I like to add detail into my works. And I was so focused on doodling on the glass door that I spent a whole 2 hours in the shower, meaning I had less than an hour to get ready. This is gonna go well. Note the sarcasm.