"Be my makeup artist."
"Huh?!"
A story in where your popular friend asks you to be their makeup artist. It's a nice gesture that you were reluctant to accept, but when you did, you fell right into his trap.
"As I passed the silent group, a particularly attractive looking guy caught my eye in said group. He had beautiful platinum blonde hair in a more-on-top style, and icy blue eyes. He was taller than me by about three inches and was muscular in build. Said guy's eyes met mine for a millisecond and I bit my lip. I quickly realized I'd attracted a lot of the group's attention and dropped my head down to hurry away.
I could feel his piercing stare on my back as I left; along with his friends' gazes. Theirs' weren't as strange. Theirs' were more friendly than curious."