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I wore my new clothes to school today, along my new red converses. I tried to be anonymous, but it's kind of hard, considering that I'm the SBVP (student body vice president) now. And thank god the teacher didn't recognize Derek and I yesterday, or I would be totally grounded right now.

Drew was the first to notice my new outfit. Figures. "Woah ho ho," he said in a perverted way, eying my legs, "nice jean-shorts."

I scowled at him, "nice face," I shot back.

Just then, the bell rang. "See you," I said quickly, and started to head down to class.

But Drew grabbed my arm, laughing, "Where are you going? We have a student council meeting this morning."

"Oh seriously? I have a French test this morning."

"Well everyone has to be rebellious once or twice."

"I don't know how much more I can stand." I muttered.

I walked into the room with Drew and noticed that everyone was just gazing around, bored. "Listen up everyone!" called Drew, and everyone became wide-awake immediately. "I have an announcement to make; we will be spending the week planning our upcoming spring formal." Everyone cheered.

I felt out of place, "including me?" I mouthed.

He raised his eyebrows, "obviously," he mouthed back. Turning to the class he said, "so, we have to make some arrangements. We will have 5 'jobs'. They are: the decorators, the speakers, the Djs, the suppliers, and the greeters. I will be a speaker. Now, raise your hand if you want to be a decorator." A bunch of people raised their hands and Drew scribbled their names on his notebook. Wow, this guy is surprisingly organized. When he asked for greeters, I raised my hand. I glanced at his notebook and looked at the list of names under 'greeters'; Cassie, Bella, Jake, Amber... Wait, where's my name?

"Drew," I hissed, "why didn't you write down my name for greeters?"

He rolled his eyes, "the student body president and vice president are always speakers, because they're important."

"If I'm that important, why can't I choose any job I want?"

"... Fine, you can be a greeter, but you have to be a speaker as well."

"What kind of compromise is that?"

"My kind."

Then the bell rang and everyone hurried off to their next class, leaving me and Drew alone. "So, are you doing anything after school?" He said.

"Why?" I asked, slightly suspicious.

"Don't get your hopes up," he scoffed, "I'm not asking you out on a date or anything."

"You better not."

"Yet."

"Drew!"

"Okay, okay. I was thinking about bringing you over to my house."

"Because..?"

"I have a really good hairdresser who could give you a makeover, and we could also do a write up on what we're going to say as speakers."

"Fun."

"With me."

"... You wish."

So after school, Drew and I got chauffeured to his house. I almost forgot how big it was. "Tell my hairdresser to come." Drew told his butler.

"Um, I'm afraid that'll be less than convenient..." Said his butler nervously.

"Why?" Demanded Drew, "she's supposed to be on-call. That's why I hired her."

"O-okay. I'll try to contact her."

"You don't have to be so mean to your butler," I said, feeling a little sympathetic.

"Psh, whatever. He's just some guy my parents hired so they could go on their long, fairytale honeymoon."

"... Your parents don't take care of you?"

"They never did."

"... Sorry."

He laughed, "it's the first time you actually said something nice to me. Anyways, it's no big deal- I'm used to it. Okay enough of this awkward topic; let's work on our write-up." And so we headed down to the living room. "Now what should we say first..?" He asked.

"I dunno; I'm bad with presentations. How about you start it and I'll add ideas. Sound good?"

"Negative." But he did it anyways.

Two hours later, we finished writing a pretty decent draft. I thought Drew had forgotten about the makeover thing, but apparently not, because when a young lady walked into the living room, he yelled, "Candice! Where the f- hell were you!" I figured that she was the hairdresser.

Candice looked terrified, "I-I'm so s-sorry y-young master," she stuttered, her head bowed down, "miss Rosalya- I mean, your sister said I had to do her hair and-"

"I don't care! What makeover takes 2 hours?" Drew yelled, completely enraged, "you're fired!"

I thought she would say something, but instead, she collapsed onto the floor. I rushed over, "are you ok?" I asked. My eyes clouded with concern.

She gave me a weak smile, "y-yes. Thank you for being so kind."

"N-no..." I said softly. Turning to Drew, I snapped, "what the hell? You fire someone just because they're late?"

"She was 2 hours late," Drew hissed.

"So what? We were busy doing the write up anyways! And besides, I don't care! If I, the person getting a makeover, don't mind, then why do you? If you fire her, who will give me a makeover? Your butler?"

"Well I-" but he stopped himself. He looked away and muttered, "fine, I won't fire Candice." I turned around and gave her a wink, "let the makeover begin."

Candice led me into the in-home salon and I tried not to gawk; it was so huge and contained every imaginable hair and makeup product. At least that was what I thought. "Sit down," Candice said kindly, "young master- I mean, Drew, is going to be waiting outside, in case you were wondering. So we can chat freely while I'm 'transforming' you." She smiled.

"Thanks," I replied, sitting on a comfortable salon chair.

"Now, would you like me to do your hair first, or your makeup?" She asked.

"Hair." I replied quickly; I wasn't particularly fond of makeup.

"Alright." She started spritzing water (I think) onto my hair, and looked through her drawers. "Drew told me how he wanted you to look, so I hope you don't mind having no say in this."

"I don't mind." I lied, trying to be polite. She was giving me a free makeover, so why be picky?

Then I felt light tugs on my hair, "what are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. It's a surprise," she winked. "So, how did you get to know Drew?"

"Um, it's a long story."

"If you don't want to explain, that's fine. But are you guys dating?"

I choked on air, "what? No," I replied, coughing.

"Then why is he asking me to makeover you?"

"Er, that's a long story too."

"It seems likes everything is a long story these days. Fine, fine, I shall tell you a long story then."

"Okay."

"Drew..." She lowered her voice, "is an orphan."

"W-what? Really?"

"Do I look like I'm lying?"

"No... But is that why his parents, er, foster parents don't care about him?"

"That's not true. They do care about him; just in a long-distance sort of way."

"What do you mean?"

"They phone Samuel- the butler- once a week to ask how Drew's doing."

"Why don't they come back and check themselves?"

"Because..." Candice lowered her voice again, "while on their honeymoon in Italy, his mother got pregnant."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"No, because they plan on living in Italy with their real child, while taking responsibility of Drew."

"Oh my gosh..."

"Hard to believe, isn't it?"

"Yeah... Wait, is Rosalya an orphan too?"

"Yes, but their foster parents love Drew more; that's why they only ask about him when they call. The thought of Rosalya never occurs to them; it's like they've adopted her by accident."

"So... Drew and Rosalya aren't related?"

"Precisely. Now close your eyes; I'm going to start on your makeup. Wait, scratch that. Charlotte, you are a natural beauty; you don't need makeup."

"R-really? Thank you."

She spun my chair around, "take a look."

I glanced into the mirror and oh. My. God.

I looked like a goddess- no, better than a goddess. At least, that was what I thought. My jet-black hair was masked by flattering highlights of honey, golden, and platinum blonde. My hair also became medium length, cascading just below my shoulders. My wispy bangs were curled to the side, covering my eyebrows. And the finishing touch? A simple white headband with a white rose. How did Candice manage to do this in just 15 minutes? I have no idea. I daintily ran my fingers through my smooth, silky hair, "is this a wig? Because my hair could never be this soft."

She laughed, "of course not. It's your natural hair; I just added a lot of hair extensions."

"Then... How did you dye my hair so fast?"

"I used spray-on; the liquid I put on your hair at the beginning."

"Oh... I thought it was water. Anyhow, thank you so much." I hugged her.

She laughed again, "don't thank me yet; I'm not done."

"You aren't?" I asked, confused.

"I still need to put your hair in some sort of up-do and change your clothes."

"But," Isn't Derek supposed to change my wardrobe?

"No buts. If I don't do the full job, Drew can fire me."

"Heh, okay." I said sheepishly.

Candice led me into a huge closet, "the outfit you need to wear is over there," she gestured to the far right, "come out when you're dressed."

"Alright." As soon as she closed the door I gawked around (again); the clothes were so stunningly beautiful. I walked over to the far right and gawked some more. There was a beautiful, silky, white, knee-length halter dress. A rosy pink ribbon was tied around the high waist line and the ends of the dress were layered and cut in an uneven pattern. Then I glanced at the shoes that lay on the bottom; they were cream-colored 3-inch heels. "How can I walk in these?" I muttered, but I changed into the dress and wore the heels anyways. There wasn't a mirror in the closet (ironically), so I had to step out of the room. Candice was waiting for me.

"You look wonderful," she complimented.

"Thanks," I replied, smiling, "but is there a mirror in here?"

"Yes, but I want to do your hair before you see the final result."

"Okay, go ahead." So I sat down once again. This time, we didn't chat, so she finished much faster- in about 2 minutes. Then, she passed me the hidden mirror and wow; I looked stunning. She had french-braided a small section of my hair and then tied the rest of my hair (including the braid) into a high ponytail, leaving out soft layers of my bangs. It was practical, which was ironic, since I was wearing a bridesmaid dress (at least, that was what I thought it was).

"Okay, my work is finally done," Candice announced, "now go into the living room and shock Drew." She winked.

"Thank you so much," I hugged her again, "I will someday repay you."

She smiled, "you want to repay me? Then come here often."

I smiled back, "I will."

I walked into the living room and saw Drew gazing around, bored. When his eyes drifted to me, they widened. He gawked and stuttered, "Ch-Charlotte? Is that... Is that you?"

I nodded.

"Oh my f- god," he looked like he was about to faint, "you look so," he tried to think of the right word, "beautiful."

For once I didn't snap at him. Instead, I smiled, "thanks to Candice."

"I just can't believe- oh my god, I swear you're going to be the hottest girl in Spirit High on Monday."

"We'll see." I started to walk towards him, but my heels got caught on something and sent me falling... Right into Drew's arms.

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