Disclaimer: I don't even own a car.
As Bridgette, Missy, and I were new in town, Kate and Sarah thought they should be our guides to the town. Which is why I find myself in a clothes store that I would normally never step foot in. The walls were Barbie pink, and there were mirrors everywhere you looked, mirrors with pink, purple, and silver sparkles around them. To be perfectly honest, everywhere you looked there was shiny stuff, I felt as though I was about to go blind.
The rest of the girls seemed to be enjoying themselves, but as I sat here in this overstuffed, fluffy, pink beanbag chair, I felt so out of place in my baggy, ripped jeans, and converse, when I was surrounded with frilly skirts, and stilettos. Feeling nearly bored to tears, I got up to talk to Kate.
"Kate, do you think we could leave soon?" I pleaded.
She sighed, and looked at me. "You're not having very much fun, are you?" I shook my head, and smiled pathetically.
"It's not really my style." She looked me over appraisingly, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Hmmm... I guess not." She grabbed my arm, and called out to Sarah when the bubbly blond popped up beside her. Grinning mischievously, Kate leaned in and whispered something into Sarah's ear. Slowly, a smile started forming on the girl's face, one that was slowly starting to creep me out. After Kate was finished, Sarah voiced her own opinions. Out loud, thankfully, but I was still feeling as lost as a nun in a brothel.
"Oh my god, totally, but we have to get Bridge and Miss in on this too!" and with that she ran off.
I looked around uncertainly, "Um, what's going on?"
"We are making you our new project." Kate grinned. I immediately grimaced, knowing what she meant.
"Do I get any say in this?" I asked.
"Nope!" she said cheerfully.
Twenty minutes later, I found myself stuffed into a very low cut, light green shirt, a short white mini skirt, and green snake skin pumps.
"Guys I look like a slut." I whined.
"No," Bridgette argued, "you look like a girl."
"Are you saying that I didn't look like one before?" I asked, a bit offended.
"What she's saying is that before it looked like you didn't care if you were a boy or a girl, now it looks like you do." Missy said, trying to be helpful. Although, she really wasn't, but oh well.
I shook my head, confused, but just decided to go a long with it. Maybe it was time for some change. "Are we done yet?" They all grinned at me, and I could tell we weren't even close to done. Then before I could say monster truck (just to feel like I was me again, instead of this shiny Barbie doll in the mirror), they whisked me into Billy, and forced me to drive back to the dorms where presumably more "beautification" would take place.
It felt like I had spent hours in Missy's room (which was ironically the biggest, even though it was a single), having crap smeared across my face. The brushes tickled irritatingly across my skin, the lipstick was, as implied, sticky, and they kept poking my eyes with wooden sticks. This was truly torture in its worst form. Finally though, they were finished, and I begrudgingly glanced at the mirror they shoved in front of me, and couldn't help but stare in awe. No way in hell was that me.
"I look stupid." I said bluntly, and the only response I was given was an exasperated sigh, then all four she-devils in front of me.
"I can see nothing wrong." Missy replied smugly.
"Plus, we haven't done your hair yet!" Bridgette cried out excitedly. I groaned, she had done my hair once before, and let's just say it was an experience I would never forget.
"So hold still." Kate ordered.
Sarah only giggled, "You only live once right? Who knows, you may even get a date!" At least someone found something positive in that sentence, as the girls got to work with a renewed vigor.
At the end of it all, my hair was curled, my lips glossed, my boobs pushed up by a stupid bra (that was more for taking off than anything else if you know what I mean), and I was driving to Nicky's looking, in my opinion, as though I should be posing on West Hollywood boulevard, charging by the hour. We walked through the front door, and I immediately felt self conscious under the stares of my peers. We found the boys waiting at our usual table in the back, and they all looked rather stunned.
"Hey girls, who's the new girl?" Reid asked, looking me up and down, as if he were a predator stalking his prey. "And where's Peyton, she owes me a rematch?"
I rolled my eyes, and sauntered up to Reid, feeling more like a whore than ever before. I saw him visibly gulp at the attention I was giving him, and I smirked. "I don't look that different, dickhead, and if you want a rematch fine, but it won't do much, you ain't getting your money back."
"Peyton?" I scoffed, as if he didn't already know it was me. He then turned to the girls, and let them have what I was dying to give them all day. "What did you do to her?" He asked incredulously. "She doesn't look anything like herself. Do you realize what you've done?" They stared at him shocked, and I felt a bit offended.
"Hey, don't talk to them like that! Sure, they're total bitches for making me do this, but I don't look that bad... Do I?" I ended uncertainly.
His eyes softened as he turned towards me, staring me down. I felt uncomfortable, but never looked away, I searched his usually intensely emotional eyes, yet they enigmatically betrayed nothing to me.
"You look alright." he said with a non-committal shrug of his shoulders. "But I'm gonna have to beat the guys off of you, baby girl."
I rolled my eyes, at his brotherly attitude towards me, but new he was back to normal.
"Hey, I'm going to go to the bathroom." I said, abruptly, and left.
When I got there, I locked the stall behind me, and Used to change my clothes. Then I walked out, and vigorously scrubbed the crap off of my face, and finally I pulled the ever present elastic band on my wrist, and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail. When I walked out, I smirked as the girls all ground at how their hard work was wasted, for I was back in my shredded, black jeans, Beatles T-shirt, and torn up Chucks.
Reid smiled, and said, "Hey, when did you show up Peyton?"
I laughed, "Come on, I still have to beat you at pool today."
As we were racking up the balls, though, he spoke up, "I'm glad to see you look like you, I thought it was about to be the apocalypse, seeing you willingly wear a skirt... although, I have to say, your ass looked pretty hot in it." I rolled my eyes, he wouldn't be Reid without an obscene comment.
And I wouldn't be Peyton if I didn't hit him upside the head with my pool stick.