Four months later
"Hold still." Melisa slaps my shoulder as she tortures my face with makeup. I still don't understand why i have to put on makeup
"Oww.." I whine with a pot. Melisa is currently applying makeup to my face as we prepare for prom, which is in the next four hours.
"Ryder won't be able to take his eyes off you but if you keep moving, I'll turn you into one of the zombies from Walking dead." She warns, and I hold still. I don't want to walk around with people running away from me, thinking I'll eat their brains.
As you are probably wondering, in the last four months, a lot has happened. After confessing my feelings to Ryder, we went to Mariella's place and confronted her. She wasn't in a healthy situation at the time, she looked sick and fragile. She said that she wanted to
