Better Summary/AN~ Okay, so I love the idea for this story, but have no idea how to write it in a way where it makes since. So this is my attempt to write it. I hope you understand what's going on. Basically it's a girl who is a nobody, she becomes beautiful over the summer and actually becomes popular, and the one guy she doesn't like is trying to get her but she thinks he just wants to sleep with her and knows from his past that he tells girls anything he has to to get them in bed. Does that make since? I hope so. Message me if its not clear when you read it, though im pretty sure it is. Anyway, I just like the idea, so I don't expect this to be perfectly written or anything lol. I hope you like it though!
Chapter 1~ A LOT HAS CHANGED OVER THE SUMMER.
Its not that I was obsessed with being popular. To be honest, I didn't really care about it at all. I had my small group of friends, and I was content. I didn't need the attention that those other girls needed. And to tell the truth, I couldn't really control the changes I went through. They were bound to happen sometime. Like getting tanner, my braces coming off, getting contacts, dying my hair blond, losing weight, no more acme, my hair growing in curls to my elbows, getting new cloths, signing up for the volley ball team, and wearing makeup for the first time. yeah, I was ten times prettier, and also ten times more unrecognizable. When my best friend Joey got back from vacation, he didn't even know this girl was me. That's how different I look. Of course, that didn't change my shyness, clumsiness, tendency to hold grudges, or weird obsession with Harry Potter. Joey, my best friend for the last ten years of my sixteen year old life, changed as well. I mean, he was still Joey, just without an afro of curls, a tan, and muscles. He's always been my best friend. Now he was my 'hot' best friend. He was still a dork. And I still loved him. I was still me, I just didn't…look like me. This year was going to be different. I knew it. I could feel it. I was going to be normal. Talk to other girls my age, make friends, for once in my life, I was going to be social. I pushed the blond hair away from my crystal blue eyes as I attempted to pull on the soft yellow halter dress that flowed away from my body. I lost a lot of weight, which means new clothes, which means different clothes, which means I was wearing a low cut dress that stopped above my knee instead of a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. I slipped on my silver ballet flats and hooked my silver locket around my neck, put on a thin layer of black eye liner, and turned to look at myself in the mirror. This person wasn't me, yet it was. I gradually changed during the summer, and I barely even realized it was happening until now. I was so incredibly different. But it was still me. I was still the same dorky, teenager with the Star Wars obsessed best friend that no one bothered to pay attention too. I was still Raylan, or Ray as Joey calls me.
A horn honked outside my house. Joey was here to pick me up for school. I stuck my phone in my school bag before running outside and jumping in the passenger side of the car.
"Hey. Excited?" I asked as we sped off towards the school.
"Hell yeah." He said, a goofy grin lighting his face. It didn't take long to get to the school parking lot, it wasn't like it was far away or anything. But of course, we were too lazy to walk.
"I'll see you after English." I promised as I headed towards the English room and Joey continued onto the math class.
English was boring for the first day. Except for the fact that people starred. Apparently everyone thought I was the new girl. Not that I minded much. It's not like anyone knew who I was before.
"Hi. I'm Bridget." The short girl next to me said, holding out her hand to me. Yeah I know, I was in your math class last year and you never talked to me. I wanted to say, but instead I shook her hand and introduced myself.
"Hi. I'm Ray." We listened as the teacher rambled on about the new year, and asked everyone about their summers. Bridget talked to me occasionally, I learned she had a little sister, and I told her about my older brother, and before I knew it the bell rang.
As soon as it rang I jumped out of my seat and all but ran out the door. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to Bridget anymore, I was just really excited about my next class. History has always been a favorite of mine.
A small group of people were forming in the hall, a lot of the people starred at me as I walked past, but I was more concerned about getting a look at the fight that the two people in the middle of the crowd were having.
A tall, tan guy was leaning up against one of the pillars, looking smug. Paul Whitman. He had a certain…reputation with girls around here. He was quite the…hm, what's the word…whore? That's a good one. I didn't know a lot about this guy, just the simple facts. He did what ever it took to get a girl to sleep with him, then dumped her the next day and acted like it never happened. Yet girls still lusted after him. It was disgusting if you ask me. Joey's little sister was once a victim, it was my shoulder she cried on. Which is another reason why I cant stand the guy.
I felt bad for the girl standing in front of him though. She was small, like me, only a little taller and lankier. She looked like any other La Push girl and didn't look too slutty. She actually looked nice.
"Screw you!" She screamed at him defiantly. You go girl. Geez, I'm such a loser.
"You already did. Last night. Twice." He replied. That earned him a slap. HA! Paul getting slapped was a sight I could get used to. He was such a jerk. His smirk was smug as she walked away, as if he didn't mind the slap. What a bastard.
I kept walking past, not wanting to be rude, but still starring at the whole scene. I mean, I tried to be discrete as I passed, but apparently I wasn't discrete enough. Paul eventually turned to see what everyone was starring at and locked eyes with me. He looked surprised at first, then shocked, then angry. I didn't understand it. He just kept starring at me, and I starred back. I wasn't going to look away. The old me would have screamed and cowered in fear under his glare, but the new, prettier me, glared right back.
"Hey babe." Joey said as he walked up on my other side and threw an arm over my shoulder. I turned to him and smile, noticing Paul shake out of the corner of my eye. Okay, weird. "I thought you'd be in History by now, you usually run there like your life depends on it." Joey laughed lightly.
I elbowed him in the ribs while I giggled softly. More people were looking now. Maybe if I crawled under a rock…
"What class do you have next?" I asked him lightly as I glanced back to where Paul once stood. He was gone now. No where in sight. I'm telling you, that kid was a freaking weirdo.
"Gym. And listen, I saw that perv. Paul starring at you Ray. Just…stay away from him alright? You know how he is." Joey warned me, looking serious. Woah, Joey being protective? Where did this come from? Well, I guess he never had to protect me from boys before…but now that I'm…what did he call it…'hot' it was different. He had to make sure I didn't make the wrong choice.
Apparently a lot more then looks changed over the summer.
