Allure

Beautiful Disaster

"Guess who?"

Jordan's slightly damp,clammy plalms press against my eyes as the rough edge of her gold ring indents my skin.

And even though my eyes are covered ,I know she's sporting her signiture sleek dyed ponytail,wearing a corset which is covered by a pink turtle neck(staying in compliance with our school's dress code),a long floor lenght black satin skirt which has a whole at the bottom where she caught it with her Italian boots,and her eyes appear gold but that's only because she's wearing yellow contacts.

.I also know that her dad isn"t really away on "business" like he said,her mom's personal trainer is way more "personal than "trainer,"and her little brother broke her Evanescence CD but he's too afraid to tell her.But I don't know all of this from spying or peeking or even being told.

I know because iI have this "Gift".I wouldn't give this "gift' to my worst enemy on christmas.

"Hurry! Guess! It's almost first period!"she yells,her voice strained,like she's forthy two and smokes a pack a day,even though she only tried smoking onceI stall,thinking of the last person she'd ever want to be mistaken for.

"Is it Hilary Duff?"She scoffs."Ew.Guess again!"She presses tighter,having o idea thatI don't have to see to know."Is it Iggy Azzalia?" "nope i don't got the buns." She laughs and lets go,licking her thimb aiming for the indent her ring made on my face,but i raise my hand and beat her to it.

.Not because i"m grossed out by the thought of her saliva on my face (I mean,I know she's healthy),but because I don't want her to tauch me again .Touch is too revealing,too exhausting,so i try to avoid it as much as possibly.