Despicable Arrogance

Chapter 9

When I walked into Sandra’s room, I was tossed a pair of black jeans that looked 4 sizes too small. I laughed loudly when Sandra told me to put them on. “You think these will fit me?”

Sandra laughed. “They fit me.”

I rolled my eyes and entered the bathroom, changing into the black jeans. I buttoned them and walked out of the bathroom. Surprisingly, they didn’t feel all that tight. “You look great!”

I didn’t feel great. I forced a smile. “Thanks, Sandra.”

She sighed, grabbing an orange sweater and tossing it at me. I caught it. “You do look great.”

I trudged back into the bathroom, slipping into the large orange sweater. At least she was nice enough to give me something I’d be comfortable in. “You look so cute, Audrey!”

I grimaced at Lola’s screechy voice. “Do you think Kyle will notice me?”

I winced at the desperateness her voice gave off. I sighed. “If he does, he does, if he doesn’t, don’t stress it.”

She frowned. “Is this dress not pretty enough?”

I ran a hand down my face, growing impatient with her. “The dress is beautiful. If Kyle doesn’t notice you-.” she cut me off.

“You’ll tell Grayson to make him notice me? Please, for me,” I glared at her and she gave me a pleading look. “Please, I really like him.”

I just nodded my head, already annoyed and we aren’t even at the party. “And what about me and Carson?”

“Fine, while I’m at it- I might as well introduce the football team to the entire chess club,” I snapped as I sat down on Sandra’s bed.

Sandra scoffed. “Don’t get so upset, Audrey, you have connections now.”

I just scowled and waited for them to finish getting ready. I planned on staying silent but Lola decided to force words out of me. “How do you want your hair done?”

I shrugged, carelessly. “Don’t you want your hair to look pretty?” she questioned. “Not that it doesn’t look pretty already, but you can make it look prettier.”

Her incessant nagging caused my left eye to twitch. “Fine, straighten it, whatever, I don’t care. I just want this night to be over. I am tired and I need sleep.”

Lola looked taken back by my outburst. She frowned. “But…the night hasn’t even started yet!”

I glared at her as she danced around in her dress, plugging in the straightener and singing along to the song that Sandra was blasting on her phone. I watched as she bounced around, grabbing spray from Sandra’s dresser. She danced over to me, making weird facial expressions as she did, and she sprayed my hair, dampening it. She fluffed it up before starting on the hour long process of straightening my hair.

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“I swear, Audrey, you look beautiful,” somehow, someway, the two girls managed to persuade me into taking a seat at Sandra’s beauty station.

I was currently faced away from the mirror while the girls plastered my face in makeup that I was most likely going to wash off in five minutes. But they didn’t know that. “Can I look now?”

They denied my request. “Aren’t we supposed to be leaving soon?”

“It’s only 7:45, we have fifteen minutes. Now stop talking and sit there,” I raised and dropped my eyebrows at Lola’s sassy remark. I wear makeup on occasion, but the thing about these girls is that when they put on makeup, they don't know when to stop. Meaning that to them, there is no such thing as too much.

When they finally finished, I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. I didn’t gasp like they do in the movies. I just stared. My blue eyes weren’t dull; in fact, they popped more than they normally did. They actually had a sense of life in them, too. Mascara was obviously brushed through my eyelashes and liquid eyeliner was lining my lid. It wasn't a cat eye; it was better. My naturally wavy, brown hair was straightened and placed in a loose fishtail braid, swung over my right shoulder. My lips had a light peach coloring and they looked glossy, something I wasn’t used to. I would probably wipe it off later. How can I eat with it on? One thought popped into my head and it surprised me: I should wear makeup more often.

The thought surprised me and scared me. “Thanks…but I’m going to go wash it off.”

“No!” Lola’s voice was somewhat demonic, causing me to whip around to face her.

Sandra sighed. “If she doesn’t like it, she doesn’t like it. We’re lucky she’s still wearing the clothes we picked out for her.”

Lola frowned. “She should be happy, I mean, we worked so hard on it!”

I frowned. “It?”

“I mean, we worked so hard on you," she clarified and I frowned. The girls continued to bicker back and forth.

“Fine, I’ll leave it on, let’s just go.” I sighed.

Sandra grinned. “Someone’s eager to leave.”

I glared at her. “The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave.”

“Maybe Shane will notice you,” Lola giggled as we got into Sandra’s car. We decided to leave my car at Sandra’s.

I playfully glared at her. Sandra snorted. “Yes, because she wants Shane to notice her.”

The two girls giggled up front while I sat in the back, clueless. Maybe I should’ve taken my car.