A/N Yeah, another gb fic by me. Sick of me yet? But look look! No gay! Unusual for me huh? Natsumi needs more love from the fans.
"Hey Yomiko did you lose weight over break or something? Your uniform fits you different, looks good."
"Yeah actually, I was crash dieting the whole time. But you look great too Nana-chan! You got a new haircut didn't you?"
"Haha, you bet I did! I tried to match Yoshi-sempais' Doo, he'll be sure to notice me now!"
" Come on, he's a college student, and lets face it you aren't the cutest girl around you really think your gonna win him over just with a new haircut? You gotta offer more than that competing with college girls."
" You're right! Oh why didn't I think of it, thanks Yomiko." A pout, a hitching up of skirts and tightening of belts, inches and miles of teenage legs. " I have meeting with him after school today! I'm gonna convince him to tutor me in math."
Natsumis' classmates were all make up and mirrors and they did it effortlessly, and all the boys were eating out of their hands. The real Pretty Girls.
No one knew about the stash of magazines under Natsumis futon. It was her secret. Magazines full of Pretty Girls and flawless skin and make up and mirrors. Full of fashion and diets and idol bodies. Her secret religion.
" You're such a cutie Natsumi! You're so lucky! How come you don't have a boyfriend yet?"
" Yeah! It would be sooooo easy for you, don't you like anybody?" Pink in her cheeks.
"Well, there is this guy who hangs out at the café I work at. He's older though, he wouldn't like me." Boys had never had much of an eye for her. It wasn't that she hadn't tried, Gods she had tried.
" Then you should go for it! You could totally get him, you just need to stop hiding how pretty you are, wear your hair down or something get out of that uniform for a change!" They could be so sure and happy couldn't they? They had followers.
They didn't know she woke up three hours before leaving for school everyday since middleschool. Hours in front of the mirror with her magazines, alter and bible and ritual. Trying for the glossy photos. Trying for Pretty Girl. She looked so much older with her hair down. It frightened her. She pulled it back up, and pulled her skirt up too.
Never could get the eye of those beautiful boys.
She had tried, tried in glitter and gloss and polish. In party dresses. Show me where the Pretty Girls are, I can be one of them tonight. Chasing rain again, chasing precious.
Chasing the beautiful boys.
