Chapter 2: A Confidence Makeover
Unfortunately, I only had one class today. So when it was done, Cheyenne grabbed me and pulled me to her dorm. Now you may have gotten the impression that I am naturally angry with the world and that I haven't grown out of my teenage angst, but that is the true opposite of the REAL me.
Honestly, I am fun, daring, and smart. O and according to some people, I am beautiful, but I don't think so. I mean, I have self-esteem, but I am not overly egocentric with my beauty. When I look in the mirror, I just seem me: a confused girl trying to make it big. Lucas knew the real me and saw my true self. I couldn't put up any shit with him, because I knew he could read me better than a book. The only one person who ever saw me as something different in a GOOD way was Nathan, but I screwed that up.
I don't like talking about it, but since you're here I might as well. See, in high school I tutored him and we started to like each other. He was there for me and I was there for him. When he asked me out, I got scared and ran away. Going out with him went against everything that I believed in. We were from different parts of the town and I knew no one would accept us. He saw that as an excuse and personally made the rest of my high school life a living, breathing image of hell. His whole crowd hated Lucas and me. Well they hated Lucas more, because he messed around with Peyton and Brooke (AKA the two whores of THH). We stuck together as outcasts to the "in crowd", but I was pretty much friends with the rest of the civilized population. So, weren't major outcasts, just people not accepted by the "in crowd".
However, I am not in high school anymore. Nor am I an angry teen, so I made a vow with myself. I WAS GOING TO HAVE FUN AT ALL COSTS!!! With Cheyenne, I knew I was going to. That's why she is my best friend at Harvard.
"Cmon, Haley, move your ass. We gotta get to my room, like NOW!" she yelled.
"Hey, no yelling at your friend who you invited with you to a party with drunken idiots that are only going to be having vertical sex in front of the whole campus. If you yell at me one more time, then that lame persuasive speech you gave me earlier will start to wear off," I warned her.
"Ok, ok... but you gotta try on my newest outfits. We are so gonna rock the party tonight."
"Cheyenne, chill and take a breather. Besides, this isn't a wild Friday night party; this is a semi-wild Monday night party, so I doubt it's gonna be all that fun..."
"O Haley, you silly little girl, we aren't partying here on campus. We are going to Lesley."
"Wait, what, when, why?" my brain numbed itself with questions.
"We are going to a Lesley party and I heard they cancelled classes today there, so the party is going to be beyond fun. It's going to be at 8. And we are going, because Haley, you gotta face it, you are becoming a bit of a prude. And I wanna de-prude you."
I groaned.
"Cheyenne, did I ever tell you about my high school life."
"O yeah, I forgot about that."
"Well I can't go. Peyton goes there and Brooke is going to be there and Nathan will be there too, and I can't face them. I mean I hate the mere sight of those ass holes and what they did to my life."
"Haley how about you show them what you got instead. Steal their men. And as for Nathan, I believe you told me he had a thing for you. Make him want you. Anyways the chances you're going to see them are one in a billion, my friend. You have nothing to worry about."
"O fine," I reluctantly agreed in the end when I remembered my paper. I could use all this drama shit and put it in my paper. The teachers just love seeing me suffer, don't they all do? I'll just give them drama and mix it in with that "passion" that Cheyenne was talking about.
When we got to her room, she immediately went to her closet and disappeared into its depths. She returned with a chest and plopped it on the floor. She hastily opened it and threw a bunch of clothes at me. I stood there, struck with awe at my friend's wardrobe.
"Haley recover yourself. Standing like that with your mouth that wide isn't going to attract any male attention. Well maybe the creeps with weird fantasies, but they are plain scary. O and also, that postion may also attract flies, so close your chopper."
I closed my mouth, still dumbfounded by her clothes. I slowly regained my speech.
"So Cheyenne, which is the outfit I will be whoring around in?" I asked innocently.
"Well, I pictured you wearing red with jeans, so hold on to your horses, my friend."
Aftre a while, she pulled out a red tube top with sequins and threw a pair of jeans at me.
"Put them on," she ordered.
After we were both dressed and caked with make-up, I turned to the mirror. I have to admit, that I don't look like me. Wow, I actually look like someone beautiful. But God knows, I was never going to admit that to Cheyenne. She saw me smiling, so I had to put in my trademarked sarcastic remark.
"I see it makes you happy knowing you have created another protégé of your sluttiness."
"O shut up Haley, I know you love it."
"Yeah, I do Cheyenne. I don't usually say thanks, but well... thank you. I never thought I looked like this."
"Well Missy, I'm just helping my pal along. Now be sure to mention your whole makeover in your paper and add something about how 'my truly remarkable friend helped me to reach into the depths of my soul and find myself'... well something along those lines."
"Hahaha, you just keep rolling them in don't you."
But I knew she was right. This makeover may just seem like a hair, make-up, and clothes girly galore, but it did something else for me. It gave me that confidence boost, which I knew I was going to need to find that muse.
Unfortunately, I only had one class today. So when it was done, Cheyenne grabbed me and pulled me to her dorm. Now you may have gotten the impression that I am naturally angry with the world and that I haven't grown out of my teenage angst, but that is the true opposite of the REAL me.
Honestly, I am fun, daring, and smart. O and according to some people, I am beautiful, but I don't think so. I mean, I have self-esteem, but I am not overly egocentric with my beauty. When I look in the mirror, I just seem me: a confused girl trying to make it big. Lucas knew the real me and saw my true self. I couldn't put up any shit with him, because I knew he could read me better than a book. The only one person who ever saw me as something different in a GOOD way was Nathan, but I screwed that up.
I don't like talking about it, but since you're here I might as well. See, in high school I tutored him and we started to like each other. He was there for me and I was there for him. When he asked me out, I got scared and ran away. Going out with him went against everything that I believed in. We were from different parts of the town and I knew no one would accept us. He saw that as an excuse and personally made the rest of my high school life a living, breathing image of hell. His whole crowd hated Lucas and me. Well they hated Lucas more, because he messed around with Peyton and Brooke (AKA the two whores of THH). We stuck together as outcasts to the "in crowd", but I was pretty much friends with the rest of the civilized population. So, weren't major outcasts, just people not accepted by the "in crowd".
However, I am not in high school anymore. Nor am I an angry teen, so I made a vow with myself. I WAS GOING TO HAVE FUN AT ALL COSTS!!! With Cheyenne, I knew I was going to. That's why she is my best friend at Harvard.
"Cmon, Haley, move your ass. We gotta get to my room, like NOW!" she yelled.
"Hey, no yelling at your friend who you invited with you to a party with drunken idiots that are only going to be having vertical sex in front of the whole campus. If you yell at me one more time, then that lame persuasive speech you gave me earlier will start to wear off," I warned her.
"Ok, ok... but you gotta try on my newest outfits. We are so gonna rock the party tonight."
"Cheyenne, chill and take a breather. Besides, this isn't a wild Friday night party; this is a semi-wild Monday night party, so I doubt it's gonna be all that fun..."
"O Haley, you silly little girl, we aren't partying here on campus. We are going to Lesley."
"Wait, what, when, why?" my brain numbed itself with questions.
"We are going to a Lesley party and I heard they cancelled classes today there, so the party is going to be beyond fun. It's going to be at 8. And we are going, because Haley, you gotta face it, you are becoming a bit of a prude. And I wanna de-prude you."
I groaned.
"Cheyenne, did I ever tell you about my high school life."
"O yeah, I forgot about that."
"Well I can't go. Peyton goes there and Brooke is going to be there and Nathan will be there too, and I can't face them. I mean I hate the mere sight of those ass holes and what they did to my life."
"Haley how about you show them what you got instead. Steal their men. And as for Nathan, I believe you told me he had a thing for you. Make him want you. Anyways the chances you're going to see them are one in a billion, my friend. You have nothing to worry about."
"O fine," I reluctantly agreed in the end when I remembered my paper. I could use all this drama shit and put it in my paper. The teachers just love seeing me suffer, don't they all do? I'll just give them drama and mix it in with that "passion" that Cheyenne was talking about.
When we got to her room, she immediately went to her closet and disappeared into its depths. She returned with a chest and plopped it on the floor. She hastily opened it and threw a bunch of clothes at me. I stood there, struck with awe at my friend's wardrobe.
"Haley recover yourself. Standing like that with your mouth that wide isn't going to attract any male attention. Well maybe the creeps with weird fantasies, but they are plain scary. O and also, that postion may also attract flies, so close your chopper."
I closed my mouth, still dumbfounded by her clothes. I slowly regained my speech.
"So Cheyenne, which is the outfit I will be whoring around in?" I asked innocently.
"Well, I pictured you wearing red with jeans, so hold on to your horses, my friend."
Aftre a while, she pulled out a red tube top with sequins and threw a pair of jeans at me.
"Put them on," she ordered.
After we were both dressed and caked with make-up, I turned to the mirror. I have to admit, that I don't look like me. Wow, I actually look like someone beautiful. But God knows, I was never going to admit that to Cheyenne. She saw me smiling, so I had to put in my trademarked sarcastic remark.
"I see it makes you happy knowing you have created another protégé of your sluttiness."
"O shut up Haley, I know you love it."
"Yeah, I do Cheyenne. I don't usually say thanks, but well... thank you. I never thought I looked like this."
"Well Missy, I'm just helping my pal along. Now be sure to mention your whole makeover in your paper and add something about how 'my truly remarkable friend helped me to reach into the depths of my soul and find myself'... well something along those lines."
"Hahaha, you just keep rolling them in don't you."
But I knew she was right. This makeover may just seem like a hair, make-up, and clothes girly galore, but it did something else for me. It gave me that confidence boost, which I knew I was going to need to find that muse.