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Previously on Geek High...

"I have an idea," he muttered to himself. He grabbed my wrist and forcefully pulled me up to my feet. He started to push me to the other direction.

"Hey! Where are you taking me?" I said, digging my feet into the ground. He sighed and effortlessly slung me over his shoulder. "Waah!"

"Simple," he began, "I'm going to give you a makeover."

Hottie and the Nottie

Pounding on his back, I found out, had absolutely no effect on him. I sighed, defeated. I slumped over and removed my ponytail, trying to hide my face with my long brown locks. From the corner of my eye, I saw Caitlyn, heading hastily to her next class. I flipped my hair so that she could see my face.

"Caitlyn!" I hissed through my teeth. Stopping, my curly haired friend looked around. She spotted me slung over Shane's shoulder as if I were a backpack. Turning on her heel, she jogged towards us.

"Hey! What are you doing with her?" Caitlyn demanded, blocking the popstar by standing in front of him.

"Simple... I'm giving her a makeover." And with that, he started to walk. Caitlyn stopped, biting her bottom lip. Help me! I mouthed towards her. Instead of coming back to help me, she shook her head and skipped off to class. Great. Even my best friend has turned against me. I drooped over again. I could feel my blood rush to my head. God. I could probably die. But then again, the heart will keep on pumping and pushing your blood through the system. Stroke may occur in extreme cases and depends on the force of the blood and how it happened. Blood rushing to your head when hanging upside down for example should not kill you. It may feel weird and top-heavy but no, you won't die because of that.

Holy shit I am a nerd.

He continued to walk for a couple more minutes. Before I knew it, he threw me inside a car, the windows darkly tinted. I looked at him suspiciously. "You're not a molester- are you?" I asked, backing away from him slightly.

"Ha! You wish," he replied, rolling his eyes. He leaned forward towards the driver. "To Andrea's."

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"What... the hell... is this?" I gasped, my jaw hanging open.

"Duh, it's a beauty salon." I followed Shane into the humongous salon. Pushing me into a chair, I heard him say, "Fix her Andrea," to a fairly old woman. Andrea nodded obediently and spun me around in her chair. I squinted at the mirror. My hair, right now, was tangled and unruly; my face was slightly red from hanging upside down. There was no customers in sight- they most likely closed it off since the oh-so-famous Shane Gray was coming.

Andrea clapped her hands and a bunch of women, who were dressed in black, appeared out of nowhere. "Ve 'ave a lot of vork to do," she remarked. Judging by her accent, I presume that she's French.

Shane sat nearby as they worked their magic.

"How many languages can you speak?" he asked out of the blue.

"Umm... English, Spanish, German, Chinese, Japanese, and Italianese."

He raised an eyebrow. "Italianese?"

"Sorry... got caught up in the moment." I grinned sheepishly.

One of the black suited women grabbed a hold of my head, securing it in place. Andrea strutted in front of me with something shiny in her hands. She pursed her lips and said, "Now, ve pluck ze eyebrowz vith ze plucker."

My face scrunched up. "What the hell is a plucker?" They simply ignored my comment and advanced towards me.

"Ow!" I screeched.

They worked endlessly, styling my hair and working on my face.

I heard them all shuffle away, giving me some room to breathe. "Now... open," commanded Andrea with her heavy accent.

"What do you think Mitchie?" I felt Shane's warm breath on my neck- for the second time today.

"Sadly, I'm blind as a bat without my glasses."

"I'm guessing we need to buy you some contacts." Shane paused. "And new clothes.

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"My eyes hurt like crap!" I whined, touching my left eye.

"At least you can see."

I turned my head to face Shane. "Why are you even doing this?" He simply smirked.

Growling a bit, I hurried to catch up with his long strides. It was quite hard seeing that Shane bought me four inch pumps- I can barley even walk on a flat surface without losing my balance!

"Shane!"

We both turned around to see two guys sprinting towards us. I immediately recognized them to be Nate and Jason- Shane's bandmates. If Caitlyn were here, she'd hyperventilate and then faint.

They halted to a stop once they reached us. Nate's twinkling dark brown eyes met my confused ones. "Who are you?" he asked, looking me up and down. I blushed. I felt like a slut wearing denim short shorts and a green tight fitting tank top that matched Andrea's light green eyeshadow. My hair was slightly wavy and pulled up in a half ponytail.

Two muscular arms wrapped around my waist. Shane rested his chin on top of my head. Even when I'm cheating (because of the four inch heels), I'm still shorter than Shane by a foot. I was blushing furiously.

"Hey guys! This is Mitchie, my girlfriend." I froze.

"Woah Shane! She's a hottie!" Jason exclaimed, making me blush even more, if that was even possible.

"Before this, she used to be a nottie," he mumbled low enough for only me to hear. I lightly punched him in the gut.

Tugging at his secure grasp, I smiled sheepishly. "Umm... may I talk to Shane for a moment?"

I pulled him aside where Jason and Nate couldn't hear us. "What the hell are you doing? I never agreed to this," I growled at him.

"I'll give you one hundred bucks for every day you pretend to be my girlfriend," he bargained.

"Deal," I replied automatically. He slipped out the green paper money out of his pocket and handed it to me.

We walked back to where Nate and Jason were arguing, hand in hand.

"Hey dudes, Mitch and I have to head back to school."

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We made it just in time for the last period. Unfortunately for me, we were both in it. He now draped his arms around my waist and had me pressed against him.

"SHANEY!" squealed a voice that could only belong to Tess Tyler. And I was right.

Blondie bounced up to Shane, completely ignoring me. "What are you doing with that loser?" Well... I guess not completely.

"What? Is it wrong to walk to class with my girlfriend?" Shane had a completely confused expression playing upon his face. I got to hand it to him. He's a pretty good actor.

Tess' eyes widened slightly and then narrowed.

Shane maneuvered me around her and continued towing me to class.

I can't help but wonder why even though we were in the car, Shane still refused to drop my hand.

To be continued...

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And so ends the third chapter!

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Quotes of the Next Chapter...

Shane: Sing for me.

Nate: Can you do me a favor?

Mitchie: You even got me a present?