Minx's POV

Ryan and me where in PE. Bullshitting about some game, I laugh looking at Ryan. Ryan has a scar under his eye, that's why he always wears a mask, I'm the one who's seen him without it. that's mostly why I'm in the group is Ryan. I stop as class ends walking back to the locker room. I close my eyes blushing, I know it's weird and wrong but….i blush when I see other women changing! I pull my long hair out of my ponytail letting it fall down to my lower back, I pass the mirror as i walk in, I dyed my bangs that were a little shorter than the rest of my light brown hair. I was tall, taller than most girls, and pale, 'I have skin of a doll' as Jamie says.

I get changed into my normal clothes, my white jeans and long sleeved gray shirt, And my Converse shoes. I walk out of the gym to my next class seeing my friends i walk over to them.

"Hey guys, what's up?"

"Oh, Hi Minx" I could tell Jamie didn't want me there.

"Oh Um…" I went to go walk away but something stopped me. Cry walked over

"Hey guys, and Minx…" Cry weakly smiled

"What's up man?" Nick smiles

"Nothing much Nick, Just now I know I still hate PE." Cry laughs lightly

"Oh Yeah-" I was interrupted by Lily

"I hate everything" Lily says sadly, I know its wrong for saying this but Lily is attention whore…

"Oh Lily….Im sorry to hear that, what happened?"

"And like you'll make me feel better!" Lily Hissed at me

"I-I….I thought…"

"Maybe you should you to class Minx" Jamie says looking at me

I look at Cry and he just looks away, not saying anything. This isn't fair, I didn't do anything. I look at Nick and he just shrugs. I understand and walk away, they don't need me for this. I mean it's not like they don't like me. Just I couldn't help Lily, I'm not the right one to talk to Lily thats it. Right? I stop my train of thought and walk into class the teacher is moving seats again. I see on the board that my seat is next to Krism's in the back. I walk to my seat and set my stuff down taking my seat.

"Hi!" I say happily to her

"Hey" She smiles

We didn't really talk much after that just, 'he do you know what blah blah is?' or 'what's this?' Krism is kind of really pretty. she has darker brown hair than me, and very pretty eyes. One eye is this crimson red that shines in the light to a ruby red, the other eye is chocolate brown that almost melts you on the spot, i found myself lost in her eyes in class. I blush and look away. Shit. please tell me she didn't see me…

The teacher went on talking about a group project, but i wasn't paying attention to a word the teacher was saying. I was too busy busy blushing my face off! But the next thing i know Krism is poking my shoulder.

"Hey? Minx….?"

"Huh? yeah?"

"we're doing a project together…"

"Oh cool" I say looking at her, what happened to her sweat pants? She's in this dress now, I mean see looks good but why change in the middle of school?

"Yeah we have to sp research on someone the world should look up to, Write a paper and small movie…" She says looking at the paper

"Oh okay"

Krism nods and turns back around and I do the same. Class is the same old same old…

Krism's POV

The rest of the day was a complete bore. Felix has half his classes with me on A days because that's when we have our 'important' subjects. We have the advanced teachers. Cheyenne, Ken, and Marzia have half the day together too, only not advanced. Half of the day with a friend is better than none. B days are always my favorite. We all have at least two of us together in class all day.

I walk home to quickly pick up my make-up, so I didn't use all of Marzia's while we practice. I then proceeded to start the trek to Marzia's house. Now that I think about it, I had only been to her house once with Felix. We were going to play video games at his house, but he left his controller there. Even then I didn't go inside. I could picture it now. Organized, clean, and probably colorful knowing Marzia, but never too crazy.

When I arrived at the front of her house, nothing had really changed. There were still flower pots bursting with colorful flowers. Marzia's house is painted a creamy white color. She says she would re-do it if she had the money, but personally I love it. The color goes with her decoration perfectly,and I had no doubt Marzia meant it to be that way. I rang the doorbell full of excitement to see the inside.

It was not Marzia who answered the door, but Felix. He stood there with this cheesey grin on his face while I was questioning myself. Had I come to the wrong place? No, this was DEFINITELY not Felix's house. It was too pink. Thankfully, not a minute later Marzia showed up at the door.

"Oh, hey Krism! It's great to see you! I hope you don't mind if Felix is here. He insisted that he had to watch you. Personally, I thought it was a little creepy, but whatever. Come in and I'll show you my room. The house isn't in the best shape at the moment. My apologies. You know how it is between finishing projects and homework, there just isn't enough time in the day anymore!" Marzia explained, gesturing me through the door.

Oh, how wrong she was. The inside of the house was as if somebody from Extreme Makeover: Home Edition had visited. Marzia had a beautiful setup, with cute couches that matched the paint color out in the middle of the room, light pink drapes, and a tall lamp in the corner of the living room area that tied the look together. Marzia, Felix, and I then made our way down to what was supposedly Marzia's room. There wasn't anything too special about Marzia's room. That was what made it had a nice floral themed room with a few stuffed animals lined up above her bedpost.

"I can't wait to see this!" Felix commented in his evil tone. I swear he can get REAL creepy at the flick of a switch.

"Honey, I think you're scaring her. I know you scaring me, but you shouldn't go around scaring my friends! Be good, or I'll make you leave." Marzia scolded.

For some unknown reason, Felix decided to obey. Quietly he sat on top of Marzia's bed and watched us. I sat my makeup kit next to the light blue one on Marzia's desk. She quickly got a couple towels to cover the area we would be experimenting on, and I grabbed a smock to cover up my dress.

The first thing Marzia showed me how to do was just the basic skill of doing my lipstick. This was by far the easiest thing to do considering you only have to keep the color on your lips. Next we did blush. In this time she showed me different colors that would work better for my skin tone. Eye liner was by far the hardest skill I learned that afternoon. It was like trying to get Satan himself onto your eyelashes in a straight motion. Just so you know, Satan is not a fan of straight and pretty.

"Krism! No! Try going slower. To the left more. Now you need to go higher again. There! You got it! Look how pretty that is! Yes! We did it! Now, try it again just so we can both rest knowing you've got this."

Obediently, I wiped off the liner and tried it again. Now that I had gotten the technique down. it was a LOT more simple. Once again I managed to straighten Satan out. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a whole different person! A better one.

"Oh my god! This is amazing! Thank you so much Marzia! If only Felix could have stopped laughing then I probably could have gone faster." I replied.

"Hey! You're the one that sucked at doing makeup! It's funny to watch you struggle!" Felix yelled.

Laughing, we all headed towards the front door. For a while longer, we chatted about things like school, and how mad Ken was when he found out that I got seated next to Minx. Apparently, 'That bitch won't ever let me get anything done the way she is!' in Ken's words. Ken was sometimes so angry it was funny, and this was totally one of those times. Felix and I were on the verge of tears for so much laughter by the time we finally left.

I decided to take the long way home tonight. I wanted some time to think. Felix had asked if I wanted to come and play video games, but I wasn't in the mood. As I let the cool air flow through my hair, my mind walked through the different feelings I had gone through today. Most of them were no where near new. Just ones that I had yet to see for a while. The one I focused on the most was my self consciousness. Why had I not realized I needed to do more with my makeup skills? Why did I walk out of my house this morning in sweat pants t-shirt? These were things I needed to keep up with. Turning popular took work, and I needed to do mine. I silently vowed to work harder.