Becoming Beautiful

Chapter 6

"Who is this?" he snapped.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "One of your sister's friends, from today."

"The creep?" he inquired.

I made a sound of confirmation. "The creep, and uh, listen. Trust me, I wouldn't be calling you if I didn't need your help, but uh, I'm drunk."

"And that's my problem, why?" he barked.

"Well, it's your problem because your sister told me to call you if anything happens and something happened. I'm drunk and I can't be a designated driver," I told him.

"And why should I help you?" he retorted.

I felt lightheaded, as if everything was slowing down. "Well, if I drive your sister and her friend's home, I can crash and we can all die."

"And how am I supposed to help you?" he asked.

I sighed, suddenly feeling giggly. "Can you walk over here and drive us back home?"

"I'm not bringing you back. I'm not even going to try and find you! You're irresponsible," Noah hissed into the phone, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Oh then how are you going to get the other three drunken girls back to your house?" I slurred. "You need the keys to the car."

He groaned, swearing under his breath. "I'm just going to take the keys from you."

"Not if you can't find them," I giggled, rolling over on the bed I was on. I began rolling around, giggling as I did so.

"I'll find them," he retorted.

I began rolling around even more, giggling loudly as I did so. "Doubt it," I managed to reply. I suddenly felt a churning in my stomach as I dropped my phone on the bedside table, grabbing the small trash can beside it and emptying my stomach's contents into it.

I groaned as I picked the phone up again. I expected him to hang up. "That's disgusting. You're disgusting."

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I managed to reply. "Shut up. Why'd you listen?"

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" he barked and for some reason, I began to laugh.

"Everybody pukes! No, not just me! Everybody! Do-do-do! Everybody pukes!" I began to sing, my words slurring together.

"Shut up!" he exclaimed and I giggled, continuing to sing. "If you don't stop singing, I'm going to hang up and tell my sister about how you got drunk on your first night on the job."

I quickly stopped singing. "No, no, you can't. She'll stop making me beautiful."

He snorted. "My sister may be a beautician but she definitely can't work miracles."

I frowned. "Shut up, you idiot."

"What'd you just say?" he bit back.

Giggling at his anger, I turned over on the bed again, staring at the locked door. "Are you almost here?"

Muttering obscenities under his breath, he sighed. "Yeah."

"You swear a lot. You should stop, it's very unattractive," I told him.

He began shouting swear words at the top of his lungs, causing me to recoil away from the phone. Eventually he stopped and I sighed. "You know, if you want to find a girlfriend- you can't swear."

"Who says I want a girlfriend?" he responded.

"Okay, then maybe your boyfriend might like it or maybe he won't. Who knows?" I told him and he quickly cut me off.

"I'm not gay," he told me.

"Okay, then what teenage boy doesn't want a girlfriend? I mean, I know that I want a boyfriend. That's why I'm doing this whole thing," I told him.

"You shouldn't change yourself for a guy," he muttered.

"Guy's won't notice me unless I'm beautiful," I explained.

"That's why you have to dazzle them with your amazing personality... Oh wait, you don't have that either," he scoffed at his own cruel joke.

"A guy doesn't walk up to an ugly girl hoping that they have a good personality. They go to the beautiful girls and get to know them," I explained.

"No, they go up to the beautiful girls and use them," he clarified. 'So you're saying that you want to be used?"

"What? No, I won't let him use me. I just want a guy to like me because he thinks I'm pretty and cool and interesting and smart. I want him to like me for me, but I have to somehow reel him in," I told him.

He snorted. "Have fun finding that guy. It'd be easier to find Waldo."

"And that's why I'm trying to become beautiful," I explained, ignoring his retorts and allowing a tired sigh to escape. It was quiet for a few moments.

"I'm here," he told me and I stood up before stumbling and falling.

"My legs are like jelly," I muttered as I struggled to get up again. It's probably because I was twisting them around on the bed, trying to sit in different fashions which would cause pain to shoot up my thigh.

"Don't get up, you'll fall and die or something," he muttered, his anger dulling down. I heard him entering the house on the phone. The loud music entered my hearing and he groaned. "I hate parties."

"So do I," I replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I knew he probably wasn't listening and he definitely didn't care.

"Where are you?" he asked me.

"I'm on the second floor," I told him. I faintly heard him walking up the stairs and the music getting quieter.

"Do you know what room you're in?" he asked me.

"Well, it's painted red," I told him.

"That information is very important to me, seeing as I'm outside of the rooms," he scowled.

"Well, when you put it that way, no," I informed him.

I heard him opening doors and around the third door, he quickly slammed it shut. "So you're not in that room," he muttered. I snorted.

I began to grow impatient and I stood up, trying to catch my balance. I managed to walk over to the door by clutching the wall. I unlocked it and peeked out. I hung up the phone when I saw Noah standing by a door across from the room I was in. At the sound of the door opening, he glanced at me.

I went to walk out of the room but I stumbled and fell. He didn't even make a move to catch me. Instead, he just walked towards the stairs as I struggled to get up, using the wall as an assistant. I followed him down the stairs before poking him in the back. He flinched away from my touch, absolutely disgusted with the fact that my dirty little hand came in contact with his precious jacket. "I'm going to wait out in the car."

He didn't even acknowledge my statement and he just turned and began walking towards the crowd of people while I walked in the opposite direction. I pray that I don't see that guy from earlier. I used people's backs as walls and moved along at a slow pace. I reached the door and groaned when I realized that the walk towards the car didn't have railings that I could hold onto.

Managing to make it down the walk, I groaned even louder when I realized that I had to walk down the block in order to find the car. I started walking, using the cars to my advantage and leaning on them, but not with too much weight because that might set off the alarm. Finally reaching the car, I struggled to get the key into the lock and unlock it. I sighed as I opened the door.

"Kenneth!" I furrowed my eyebrows as I glanced around. I was the only one out here. Surely, the person wasn't talking to me. They can't even get my name right. A few seconds later, I saw Spencer stumbling over towards the car. He had an angry look on his face and I quickly got into the car, locking all of the doors. He stood outside of my window, talking to me through it. It was hard to make out what he was saying because it was muffled and his words were slurred.