Chapter 11//"Emily I'm one brush stroke away from looking like a full on clown"
I rub my eyes and attempt to sit up as my head throbs. Eventually, I found my way home last night, I don't know what I would have done without Google maps.
I rub the side of my head and wince in pain as I feel a lump on the side. I force myself to roll out of bed but I stop dead in my tracks when I see a certain brunette lying on my couch by my window. She is currently scanning a magazine with her crystal blue eyes. The magazine has Kylie Jenner on the front holding one of her lips kits.
"Emily" My voice cames out croaked, probably from all the screaming I was doing at Elliott last night.
Elliott.
The thought of last night makes my stomach churn, in a way I feel as though I was too harsh on him but then I remember I nearly died. "What are you doing here?" I ask her quizzically.
She gasps at me "How do you not remember today is dress as you please"
"And why does that have anything to do with you lying on my couch"
"Because I'm going to dress you up" she grins. I take a step back from her.
Finally the memory hits me it was a few months back but we had a dress as you please day and I had worn some jeans and a random t-shirt, it was raining that morning so I got soaked and eventually when I made it to school I was drenched, my hair was flat against my face and I had caught a cold.
Then at lunch Aribella decided she wanted to humiliate me and it hurt even more that she did it right in front of Conner.
Emily gives me an evil smile as she starts to rummage through my wardrobe.
"You're not going to find anything in there" I huff. She doesn't even glance at me; she is so engrossed in her mission to find the perfect outfit.
I gaze through the same magazine that Emily was previously looking at sipping my amazing coffee that was already lying next to my bed on my desk.
I hear the doorbell ring and I casually hop down the stairs. I swing open the door realising I didn't lock it last night.
So that's how Emily got in and here's me thinking she turned in to a ninja and climbed up my window.
Suddenly the person standing in the doorframe falls into me.
"Crescent my head hurts so much " He groans as I try to hold him up. I slowly guide Daniel up the stairs and I help him into his bed
"Gosh you reek of alcohol" I tell him rubbing my nose, the smell gives me the sudden urge to sneeze. He groans as I mistakenly knock over his lamp as I exit the room to get him an aspirin and a glass of water.
He looks terrible his hair is patted against his head and he is very warm.
"Daniel, should I stay at home?" I asked worriedly.
"No, just leave" he mutters as he places his pillow on top of his head. I head back to my room to see Emily has created a hurricane of clothes.
"Nope, not this, Ew this is so disgusting " Emily comments as she chucks my clothes behind her.
"This" she jumps up holding a pair of super skinny white jeans. Yeh right as if my butt will ever fit in that.
I laugh mockingly "Even if I can squeeze into them, you'll have to cut them off me with a chainsaw"
Emily continues to glare at me not amused.
Eventually I can squeeze myself into the miniature jeans, at the kneecaps it is ripped, I guess this must be the fashion right now, I pulled a thin grey jumper over my head "Emily this jumper is so small it won't cover my stomach"
"Get with it Cress it's cropped, god you should have been born in the 50's" She shakes her head still searching through my room.
I tug the jumper down "Now time to curl your hair" Emily comes towards me holding the curling wand like a dagger. I look around me but there is nowhere to run.
I glance at myself in the wall mirror, god why do these jeans keep slipping down. I flip my curled hair behind my back and blink my eyes as I see pieces of black mascara fly off my eyelashes.
Emily comes towards me and carefully hugs me "My gal looks gorgeous" I smile at her and hug her back.
"Emily I'm one brush stroke away from looking like a full on clown"
Inside the car I begin to tell her the events that unfolded last night. "Wow you mean to tell me you were chased by 2 nut heads. Doesn't that only happen in the movies?" She asks.
"I wish, it was horrifying and Elliott nearly killed us. You never want to sit in a car with him." I add as I remember back to the expression that was on Elliott's face. Like he was so angry about the fact that we came face to face with those guys. And maybe he didn't want those guys to know I had connections to Elliott? Though I know he was more angry at Carter and Conner, I did not want to ever be involved in something like that again.
We reach the school with plenty of time to spare so I walk with Emily to my locker and take out some of my books.
"Hey hotties" Aiden winks as he walks past. I glare at him, I thought he was talking to Emily but his eyes were looking me up and down.
I look back at Emily and shrug "He's probably going blind"
"Or you look amazing who knew white jeans could make your butt look so awesome. Your milkshake is going to bring all the boys to the yard"
I shake my head as my curls bounce around my back.
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I sit at our usual table reading the clockwork princess drinking my chocolate and vanilla smoothie.
I can't believe I am only reading this book right now. I have always adored Cassandra Clare's series, The mortal instruments. I especially have a soft spot for Sebastian. But I adore this book, team Wessa till the end.
I am so engrossed in my book that I don't see Emily standing in front of me. "Did you hear?" she asks I shake my head getting a sense of déjà vu.
"There was a huge fight in the boys changing room after this morning's football practice. Like huge"
"Between who?" I ask specifically. "That's the thing I don't know, for some reason they're trying to keep it a secret, but it was a about a girl. I mean it that must be one lucky bitch, from what I hear it really went down in there"
At that same moment Carter walks into the dining hall with Winter by his side, he whispers something into her ear, which makes her giggle. Her fiery hair is in huge curls and her outfit isn't even appropriate to go to a strip club. Not shaming at all but that really isn't appropriate for school.
But that's not what I see at first glance; I notice that on the side of his neck there is a bruise starting to form and that he is limping slightly.
I look at Emily and she looks back at me and I don't need three guesses to know who was the other person in this fight.
Before I can say anything Elliott walks into the dining room with Aribella hitched on his waist as he is passionately kissing her.
Everyone's mouth hangs open and the dining hall becomes silent. Everyone's eyes are on the pair of them until..."Mr. Grayson, put Miss Jones down" Our headmaster shouts at them but they don't seem to think anything of it.
Elliott lets her down and presses her back against the wall. I turn my head unable to look at them.
"Elliott get off her" The headmaster's voice rises as his face turns beetroot "Mr. Grayson, HEADMASTER'S OFFICE NOW!" he screeches.
Elliott turns around and I see on his perfectly angled cheekbone there is a painful bruise forming. He sends a perfectly evil smirk to his 'audience' then his eyes meet mine and his smirk instantly drops.
I hold his eyes until our Headmaster shoves him out of the room.
"That was eventful " Emily breathes as she mixes her coffee. "Wonder what happened between them, its pretty obvious seeing as they're both bruised up badly" I could see her trying to imagine another title for her article.
Soon Carter leaves the room without Winter, as he backs out the dining room I catch a glimpse of him looking towards me.
"I need to do something" I tell Emily as I get up not forgetting to pull up my stupid jeans.
I discreetly walk out the back door but I catch a few guys looking at my arse, Perverts.
The breeze hits me and I feel my hair flying around. I trudge along the grass, trying to take a shortcut to my destination.
I keep going along the corridor and I sit down on the leather chair when I reach where I want to be.
I wait 10....15...20 minutes.
Then I see him walk out of the office, he stops when he sees me and raises an eyebrow.
"Are you here to give me another lecture cause Mr. Bald head in there gave me a mouthful" Elliott rolls his eyes nonchalantly.
I get up from the chair and I can't help but look at what he's wearing. His jeans are tighter than mine they and they're hugging the bottom half of his body.
From his muscles to his other things.... that must hurt.
"No I'm here for your apology" I don't really know why I am waiting for him but I say the first thing that pops into my head. Thinking about it I know I sound idiotic.
"I don't apologize, only people who care about others apologize"
"If you didn't care about me then you wouldn't have attacked Carter. And I find it quite funny that you attacked Carter not Conner. Peculiar right"
"You're smarter than you let on" he adds.
"No, you're smarter than you look" I reply to him.
"Okay, I'm sorry for nearly killing you last night and getting you involved in Carter's mistakes"
I tap my finger against my chin thinking, "That's not enough, you made me pretty upset last night"
"Then what does her highness want" Elliott can't help but grin.
"I want you to take me shopping"
He gives me a quizzical glance. He just shrugs. As we begin to walk outside he whispers in my ear.
"Your butt looks so sexy in those jeans" I feel his hot breath against my ear. I slap him across the face. Those lips have been near Aribella, which means he is diseased.
He holds his already bruised cheek, he deserves that in the least. I barely hit him, it was only a tap.
"Ow Dawson I'm already injured and we know seeing me in pain makes you sad"
"Keep dreaming Grayson"
"Only about you Cress" His blue eyes look into my boring brown one and I can see a smile on his face, which makes him hold his cheek in pain.
Author note:
Say what another new chapter I'm shocked myself. Anyway I love your comments and keep voting and may I add that I think this chapter is so long
*pats myself on the back*
And I uploaded it before midnight *does a happy dance*
Edited.