I look around the store and see many things. Crop tops, jeans, leggings, graphic tees, shit I'd wear if I went to the gym, and more. I go over to the graphic tees first but am quickly dragged away by Tia.
"No!" she quietly yelled.
"You're no longer a child, you're 17. No more 'Ugh Monday' and 'Fries Before Guys' tees, leave it to the freshmen."
I laughed louder than need to. I thought it was funny. The people around us, not so much. I straightened my face and proceeded to the crop tops. Tia began taking out many tops and after she had about 50, she gave them to me saying "Go try them."
I went into the dressing room with 42 tops and came out with 20. It wasn't that bad. I liked my choices, I was confident. I showed them to Tia and after a few "Oohs" and "Ahhs," we headed to check out.
When we got to the front of the line, I put the tops, jeans, and a few pairs of leggings Tia had chosen for me on the counter.
"324.92," the cashier said after she rang everything up.
"Whoa, Tia, I don't have that ty-" She cut me off like usual.
"Here you go," Tia said to the cashier as she held out her credit card.
Damn, I forgot Tia was rich. Billionaire father, gold-digging mama (no offense, she even says it).
"Here you go," the cashier said as tore the printed receipt, put it in the bag, and handed it to Tia along with her credit card.
I am honestly so lucky to have Tia. Beautiful, brown-haired, blue-eyed, rich best friend.
After visiting 6 more shops for clothes, 2 for makeup, 3 for shoes, and the nail salon, we were finally at coming to our last stop... The hair salon.
We entered the hair salon named 'Bad and Boujee Salon.' We were greeted by what seemed to be a french male.
"Tiaa!' he shouted.
"Armando!" They hugged like old-time friends in The Vampire Diaries.
"Come, come, come! Let me fix your hair, even though it is already beautiful!" he said.
"Great, but it's not for me, it's for my friend here, Coy."
"Oh.," Armando said as he pulled closer and began touching my hair.
"Just dreadful," he said loudly.
Chapter 4
I had done it; we had done it. Tia and I had made my dreams come to reality. The hairdresser did a terrific job, he was really rude, but did great.
My hair now had volume. A shiny brown at the top which now faded into a warm golden tone. He had curled it to perfection and restored its life, plus added moisture.
I got a beautiful coffin-shaped full set with those powdered acrylic things. It was painted a soft Bambi brown.
Last of all, my makeup, 3 bags of concealers, foundation, eyeshadow, highlighter, lip gloss, and a bunch of other things that I really did not know the name of. Since I had bought so much, the sweet employees showed me how to do my makeup.
Everything was ready, now all I had to do was put my plan into action.
Now Nic would drool over me, rather than the opposite way around.
I put my hair into a net provided by Armando and got ready to sleep. In only a few minutes, I was knocked out. No sign of life probably, I was physically, and mentally drained.
In what seemed like 40 minutes, but in reality 7 hours and 24 minutes, my alarm clock was ringing, indicating it was time to get ready for school.
I sat up and hit the snooze button forcefully. I picked up my phone and began scrolling through Instagram.
What a delightful say for school, typed one perky cheerleader in her caption. Fuck it, I’m ditching, another typed as he showed himself at target.
I let out a sigh.
I hopped off my bed and hopped into the shower, making sure not a droplet of water touched my head. 12 minutes later I get out and began putting on my new clothes.
“Graphic Tee?” I questioned myself.
“Nah, Tia would be disappointed,” I said two seconds later.
I picked up a maroon-colored lace-up crop top. I then grabbed a light-colored denim jean along with my Jordans.
“Perfect,” I shouted with enthusiasm.
Chapter 5
I walked into school at around 7:00 am, which was 15 minutes before classes would start. My hair curled to perfection, nails on fleek, (that is what they call it nowadays, right?) and clothes on point.
As I walked in the hallways, eyes met my whole body from every direction.
They were staring.
My confidence boosted by the second. I continued walking down the halls, adding a bit more hip to my walk.
“Is she new,” I heard someone say.
“Probably,’ said another.
“Wow, she’s… hot,” I heard a familiar voice say.
I looked to the direction the voice had come from.
Harper.
She thought I looked… hot?
A smile crept onto my face as I continued walking to my locker, #324.
I put my passcode in, 30-0-50.
As I twist the stroll to open it, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and begin to smell a nice scent; a familiar one.
Oh my god… Nic.
I turned around slowly and took a deep breath.
Chapter 6
“Hey Coy…” Nic said as he scratched the back of his neck.
“Hey, um, what’s up?” I said realizing I sounded like an absolute idiot.
He laughed.
There it goes again.
“I like this change you’re trying out,” he smiled.
My cheeks burned in the color
