Luna.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
(Luna)
Looking at my reflection in the dressing table mirror I hardly recognize myself. Using a little hairspray, I add extra volume to my standard ponytail, seeing as I’ve had to apply heavier make-up, to follow their stupid guidelines.
I read the handbook that was in the I.D. box a few times, to make sure I’d complied with all the make-up do’s and don'ts Featherstone had blessed me with. I’m just glad it doesn’t force us all to go for the caked-on cement look Wren is rocking. Going with my foundation, a little bronzer and blusher and a lick of mascara. I’m ready. No full eye make-up or lipstick is required so I’ve skipped that, just using a little lip gloss.
The fact that this is a requirement at all disgusts the feminist in me, but it also gives me an insight into where women stand in their world.
Standing from the dresser, I look over my uniform in front of my floor length mirror, it’s more of a tailored business suit that flaunts all the goods.
A pearl white blouse without the top three buttons, purposely puts my cleavage on display. My black blazer is edged in gold embroidery and has a blood red emblem on the left breast. The emblem matches the red logo that was on the guys hoodies from Friday night, when I was dragged to this hellhole, with F.A. etched into it in gold. A matching black skirt sits just above my knees hugging my hips, with a dangerously high slit up the back. The whole ensemble is finished off with some four-inch heels with red soles.
How the fuck am I supposed to wear these all day?
I’m not materialistic, but Red promised me it would be noticed if my shoes and bag were basic. I guess my mother’s good for something with the amount of designer items in my dresser.
As much as this is not a true form of me, I can already feel that a lot is based on appearances here. So for now, I’ll join the masses and play along.
Red mentioned yesterday that you are taken over to the lecture halls, so I don’t have to worry about walking there in these heels. It does mean I have to be subjected to the assholes from Ace though.
Although my run in with Oscar yesterday tipped me over the edge, he really is hot as sin.
He had me touching myself as soon as I got back to my room. I had to picture him with his mouth shut, and I couldn’t help but let my brain wander to the guy from the gym too. Between them I had myself worked up and coming too quickly.
I can tell Oscar’s a man whore, but that doesn’t faze me. Sex is just that, I don’t need emotions or feelings. I just need satisfaction and I can tell he can give me that. Just when I’m more comfortable here, if that ever happens, and needing more than what I can give myself.
Doing a quick run through I check I have everything I need for today’s classes. I don’t need much for Tech or Business, but I have Weaponry this afternoon, so I’ve organized a small cabin suitcase for my guns and blades.
My timetable also had a small notice advising we’d be given storage at each class, so in future we won’t need to cart everything with us. Hopefully, Weaponry has good enough security for me to be comfortable leaving my new belongings, otherwise I’ll just bring them back with me.
Hearing my phone chime, I know it’s Red and it's time to move. Still refusing to use the lift, I trudge down the staircase. Which in these heels, is proving difficult, as I stumble on the first flight of steps straight away.
“Give me fucking strength,” I say, trying to regain my balance. My handbag and cabin case are only making it worse.
Hitting the lobby, there’s a group chatting amongst themselves, three girls and four guys. Everyone is lounging on the black leather sofas. The guys include Oscar and the asshole from the gym, as well as two others I haven’t seen before.
Fuck me though, is being hot a requirement to attend this school? These guys could make one hell of a Magic Mike setup.
The other girls with Wren must be her puppets, and I’m not in the mood to deal with them.
I have a clear path straight to the exit where I can see Red waiting on the other side of the glass doors. I pop a pair of aviators on, steel my back and walk through there like I own this shit, handbag on my shoulder and pulling the case behind me.
My heels click along the marble flooring and all conversations stop. I can sense their eyes on me, but I don’t feel anyone move. I keep walking, not missing a beat. I’m just past them when I hear their conversation pick up.
“Fucking bitch,” says a girl, it’s not Wren though.
“She could be my bitch whenever she wants.”
That comes from Oscar and I hear a smack as if someone just hit him on the head.
“You’re going to get what’s coming to you, whore, just you wait,” shouts Wren.
I don’t respond, but I can’t help but give her the finger with my free hand over my head. I don’t hear any response because I’m already outside walking to Red.
“Hey Luna, you ready?” she asks, rubbing her arms nervously.
“As I’ll ever be I guess, you?”
She shrugs her shoulders, but then remembers what I said yesterday.
“You gotta fake it till you make it Red, confidence at all times, understood?”
With that she stands tall, relaxes her shoulders, and breathes. Looking to me for confirmation, and I just grin at her.
“You ready for later?” I ask.
We compared timetables and we don’t have any free periods at the same time. So we have
