Secretly Yours

Chapter 9

Blair’s POV

Betty let me keep our Mom’s red dress. She told me that despite her leaving us for a man, she still missed her so much. I hugged her hard and pushed me away in disgust. She forced me to take a bath before we went to her favorite salon where she always gets her hair done. We both had our hair with the same treatment called Brazillian blowout. Which added a length to my hair, and made it straight. I smiled at the girl inside the mirror. She looks totally different with her hair down and the way my clothes hang on her body-- It doesn’t fit her. Betty was right. I definitely look like I’m ready for bed with the outfit I throw on.

“See, you’re much prettier than those cheap cheerleader sluts in our school.” Betty smiled proudly at me. As if she just made the best decision of convincing me to do this. She suddenly frowned, and pointed at the center of my brows.

“We really need to tame brows, Blair.” She said and nodded towards the lady who did my hair. She spinned the chair I was sitting on and now I’m facing her and watched her face break into a disgusting glare as she plucked my brows. It was more painful than I had dreaded. It feels like she’s plucking my eyes out. After more horrible minutes she was done making my life more painful.

It was more painful than the way Blake’s broke my heart.

Joke.

Just kidding.

“There, you look decent enough.” Betty says.

She pulled me inside her favorite stores. My eyes widened when she pulled out a dress and put it on my front. The dress was in the shade of maroon and it looked like a child’s dress. I shook my head before Betty could push me inside the fitting room.

“That dress would look ridiculous on me!” I protested.

“No, it will not. You just don’t know how to dress according to your age, Blair. Now stop all this fuss and get inside that damn fitting room and try these clothes on.”

When I tried them on, Betty was right again. All of the clothes she brought definitely looked good on me and I can’t even believe it. I never really thought I would look this good. I opened the door and came out of the fitting room wearing the maroon dress that I mistakenly thought was for a little girl. It has a squared cut on the front. Revealing my collarbone and the fold of my chests. As soon as her eyes landed on me, it widened.

“Oh my f*****g god, Blair!” She exclaimed.

“Mind your language, Betty!”I narrowed my eyes on her, yet she ignored me.

“Oh. f**k. You’re so hot.” 

“I swear to god, if you won’t stop it. You’ll be grounded.” 

She ignored me again and grabbed the other clothes that I’ve fitted on. Walking towards the Cashier and pointing at my dress. The Cashier nodded and grabbed the card my sister put on the table. Since she already paid for it, I ripped the price tag from the dress and threw it at the closest trash bin. 

Betty holds all of the shopping bags as she ushered me outside the shop. Then I spotted Nianna walking towards our direction with an incredulous expression on her face.

“Betty, who is this?” She said to my sister. Betty giggled.

“Is this Blair?”

“Not the old Blair you guys know, but the new Blair who promised to take care of herself.” Betty said, and I stared at her.

“She better will.” Niana said. 

To my surprise she pulled me into a hug and the next thing I knew she was sobbing really hard. “I’m so sorry I spilled it out. I know you didn’t want Blake to find out that way and I thought-- in my twisted mind that I’m helping you. But, I’m not. I’m so sorry Blair.”

“We’re cool now, Niana. That’s a good thing that it happened, you were right. I could  never have the balls to say it to him, and you actually did help me.” I said.

“Err, guys. Can’t you two do that somewhere private? We’re in the freaking mall. Now everyone thinks someone just died.” Betty said. When I pulled away and saw the people passing us by were staring at us.

“This is embarrassing,” Betty said under her breath. “Back off, folks.”

Niana rode with us. She slid in the passenger seat while Betty sat in the back seat of my father’s car. She was still grinning while staring at me.

“I can’t believe you finally let your sister talk you into changing your style,” She said.

“Me neither.” I said. “But it actually felt nice to have this change.”

“By the way, Athena is throwing a party tonight. It’s her birthday.” Niana began, “We should come,” 

“No. I have studying to do.” I said.

“You always have studying to do,” She rolls her eyes out. “I thought you promised to take care of yourself and do something new?”

“I did,”

“My dear friend, staying in doors and studying for no reason is not taking care of yourself.”

“My dear friend, that party is polluted with people I’ve successfully avoided since freshman year and going to a party that I don’t want to go to is extremely unnecessary and a waste of my energy.”

Betty sighed. “And, we’re back to square one.” 

“Fine, I’m going.” I said, giving up.

When we arrived at Athena's house, it was packed as I had expected. Smelling the mixture of smoke and alcohol makes me want to run back to my house. Everyone was giving me an odd stare. I ignore them. Then I spotted Tay and Harry sitting with others on the floor in a circle shape. I saw Blake’s back, and he had his eyes wrapped around a girl’s back. The girl was leaning against him too. Tay broke into a grin as he spotted us,

“Who is this hot chick you brought with you, Niana?” Tay joke. Everyone burst out laughing. It was a terrible joke. 

“Oh my god, It’s you Blair. I see you stopped playing  around your grandmother’s clothes,” 

My face flushed and I’m tempted to take off my vans and throws it on his stupid face. The girl that was leaning against Blake turned around, and I gulped upon seeing her face. 

It’s Ysabelle Ford.