Somebody's Supposed to Fall In Love
Chapter Five: Half Hearted Changes
My body had awakened ten minutes before my alarm and I had already taken my shower. I wrapped myself up in a plush white towel and headed to my closet. Today was Friday, the day after my first time going to the Fuentes house. I awoke with a new found desire to actually look…nice. I was fashion deficient and decided to go get help from the only other girl my age, Zoey. I often avoided her since she was besties with the girl whose life purpose was to give me hell. She’s always been genuinely kind though so I figured now is more than a good enough to give a friendly relationship with the girl a shot.
‘I can help you!’ Inner smiled.
I scoffed, You are me. Which means your fashion sense isn’t the sharpest either.
She grumbled and disappeared from the forefront of my mind.
I put on a black silk robe and headed to Zoey’s room. I knocked and she answered it a few seconds later.
“O-Oh! Hey Nix,” she smiled.
I sheepishly returned the smile and scratched the back of my head.
How the hell am I going to do this?
“Um, wait just a second,” Zoey laughed, disappearing behind her door. She popped back up with an expo marker and dry erase board. She handed it to me and I nearly attacked her with kisses.
I scribbled on the board.
“Could you help me pick an outfit?”
She grinned, “Of course! I finished getting dresses about ten minutes ago, I don’t see why not.”
I practically sprinted back to my room and introduced her to my closet. She tossed a few things on my bed and squinted at a few of my shirts. I was beginning to lose hope once we neared the back of closet.
“Oh my god Phoenix! You have tons of clothes back here with the tags still on!” she gasped.
I arched an eyebrow.
I did?
Miss Riley must have been passing by when Zoey exclaimed her discovery.
“I buy all my new kids clothes when they first get here. You just insisted on wearing your old stuff,” she shrugged and rounded the corner.
Zoey squealed and pieced together an outfit in seconds with the new material. Miss. Riley
definitely had a feel for my style as everything was to my taste.
Zoey laid out a tank with two skulls on the side and ripped, light-blue skinny jeans. She suggested I accessorize so I pulled out a bunch of old rings, a skulled bracelet, solid black belt and long cross necklace. I put the outfit on in the bathroom and stepped out sheepishly.
(Outfit in the Notes c:)
She smiled and stepped towards me with eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow in hand. She put the eyeliner on me like I usually did it, thick around the lashes and progressively thinning towards the corner of my eye. My already long and thick lashed were even more voluminous with the amazing mascara she used. Zoey rubbed on a touch of natural colored eye shadow and handed me a tube of clear, pink lip gloss.
“Gloss up, girly!” she giggled. I grinned and rubbed it on my lips. Zoey stepped back and marveled at her work.
Zoey cocked her head to the side, “One more thing…”
She reached for my hair and undid my pony tail.
“Alright, shake it out.”
I did as I was told and shook my head a bit like I did when I jumped around to a few of my favorite bands behind my locked bedroom door; Zoey’s jaw dropped.
“Damn you look amazing!” Zoey gawked.
I turned to my vanity and couldn’t believe my eyes. The only thing that looked anything like it did yesterday was the geek glasses resting on the bridge of my nose.
Woah…
I spun around and gave her a back-breaking hug. She was shocked but slowly wrapped her arms around me and giggled.
“This all you, all I did was pick a few articles of clothing. That beautiful girl in the mirror is all you.”
I pulled away and smiled softly at her. I portrayed my thanks and stomped on my black combat boots. I swung my backpack over my shoulder and headed for the door.
“Hey, Phoenix.”
I stopped halfway out the door.
“…Give ‘em hell,” Zoey grinned.
I smirked and closed the door behind me, the morning breeze disheveling my hair as I walked towards school.
I stepped into the school and headed to my locker.
“Hey babe,” a voice called from behind me.
I turned around and saw some big jock dude with saucers for eyes once I met his obviously perverted gaze.
“W-Wait. You’re that mute girl? Damn…”
He slowly backed away, biting his lip and winking at me as if saying I’d be seeing more of him.
I looked away, blushing a dark red- and not the flattered kind of blush. It was more along the lines of shock and almost disgust.
‘Well he’s definitely not the dinner and a movie date kind of guy,’ Phe mumbled.
I silently nodded and turned toward my locker.
“Hey, why are you in Nix’s locker?”
I turned around, confusion clearly etched into my face. Vic’s jaw hit the floor and my confusion only grew.
Oh yeah. The change in appearance…
“W-Wow. I mean, y-you a-always look good but today- I-I mean…um…” Vic stumbled and scratched the back of his neck, a blush coloring his tan cheeks.
I smiled and gently guided his open mouth closed with my pointer-finger and winked. I nearly winced at the jagged pain that I immediately registered following the strange, flirty act.
What the hell?! There is no way that was me!
‘Holy shit!’ Inner squealed, ‘That was all me! I did that!’
W-What?!
‘I really wanted you to flirt with him! He’s practically at your feet and you’re just changing colors!’ she sighed in frustration.
…No more of this possession bull-shit. Clear?
‘Whatever, it kind of hurt doing that anyway.’
Hurt?
‘Yeah but it was an indescribable sort of pain. I felt almost like my existence…blinked?’
I felt it too. It was like a sharp pain in the left side of my head.
‘Hm…’
“Holy hell Nix!” Mike exclaimed, sort of jogging towards a flustered Vic and I.
He wrapped his arm arms around my waist, “You look especially gorgeous today. Trying to impress me? Doesn't take much for you to do that, babe.”
My body was on fire from his intimate touch and I nearly fainted.
“I don’t think you have to touch her to compliment her,” Vic snarled through clenched teeth.
Mike instantly freed me and I released the breath I wasn’t aware I was holding.
“So what inspired the wardrobe change?” Jaime asked, taking in my new appearance and leaned against the locker neighbor to mine.
I shrugged, holding my locker door in place so it didn’t hit him and he nodded.
“Doesn’t have to do with a certain Fuentes or Perry does it?” he whispered with a slight smirk on his lips when Vic and Mike turned around to greet one of their friends.
My head whipped around my locker door accidently freed from my grip and slammed into his face.
“Ow!” he hissed, stumbling back.
My eyes widened and I went to touch his face. He read the apology in my eyes and waved me away.
“I’m fine. Just got smacked in the face with a metal door- no big deal,” he chuckled.
I sighed, feeling really bad and scratching at my wrists. He grabbed my hand.
“Hey, I’m fine,” he reassured. “See?” he smiled, moving his hand from his face.
I nodded and grabbed my bag and books.
“C-Can I walk you to class?” Vic asked with a nervous smiled. I smiled and he took my books, walking in sync with my steps as we headed to my first period.
Its so sweet that he’s carrying my books and he’s absolutely adorable when he blushes and stutters, I observed absentmindedly.
‘Ugh, he’s so gorgeous.’
“You can put all the lipstick in theworld on a pig, but it’s still a pig,” a snark voice called from behind me. Vic and I stopped and I slowly turned around to the owner of the fucked-up insult.
Tinsley…Of fucking course.
She stepped towards me with her French-tipped nails on her waist and her heels clicking against the white and grey tiled floor, Tony in tow.
“Jesus. Whoever let you out the house today must really hate you…”Tinsley smirked.
I’m sure I looked quite confused since she huffed.
“You look like shit,” she dead-panned, annoyed I wasn't immediately struck by her shot at me. Tony was as he was usually in these little confrontations. He was slightly hunched behind Tinsley with annoyance coloring his eyes and his hands carelessly thrown in his pockets. He was wearing a black and grey hoodie, black skinny jeans and black vans. I could see his tattoos peeking from the neck of his hooded jacket and smiled. Creative and meaningful body modifications have always held a place in my heart.
The only difference with him today was that he was actually looking at me, a strange glimmer in his eyes.
I looked at her with indifference and intentionally dead and uninterested eyes after her clarification; a moment of silence passed. She grew annoyed that she had no effect on me.
“I don’t know why the hell guys are whispering about you- nor do I care. Stay in your place. If I catch you making googly-eyes at Tony again I’ll fucking ruin you,” she spat. Tony’s eyes widened and his head shot up from my feet to my eyes. I maintained my look of unconcern but added a slight hint of annoyance. She huffed and whipped her hair as she stomped away in the opposite direction.
S-She noticed?
I made sure not to show any signs of shock and glanced at Vic. He seemed…conflicted and profoundly confused. I spared a final glance at Tony before he dragged his feet towards his platinum blonde girlfriend. Vic gently grabbed my hand and began walking. I was jutted out of my thoughts when Vic began talking.
“Don’t believe a damn thing she just said. You’re fucking flawless and she’s just being a jealous bitch,” Vic smiled.
I looked down to hide my blush and took up my books as we drew close to the door of my first period. I grinned at him and headed to class, plopping down in my seat with the light blush that colored my cheeks from Vic’s reassuring mini-speech.
It was lunch time and I headed to my willow tree. Vic, Mike and Jaime were already there, eating and laughing. I carelessly sat down by Jaime Indian style and stole a bite of his sandwich. He growled and I winked at him, pulling out my own apple.
We carried on pointless conversation.
“Hey Jaime you got a little…” Vic reached over as if to get something off of Jaime’s face. His hand swung back unexpectedly and landed on a shocked Jaime’s cheek.
“PANTERA!” Vic and Mike exclaimed with girlish giggles and grins. I burst into laughter, tears spilling from my eyes.
They stared wide-eyed at me- but I couldn’t stop! My side began to hurt and I clutched it, my eyes squeezed shut as laughter continued to rob my lungs of air.
Vic stared at me with adoration and the broadest grin I’ve ever seen adorn his face. Through the laughter induced tears I saw Mike smirk and Jaime laughing with me, clutching his cheek. Once I calmed down and wiped my eyes carefully, I looked up and was met with three expecting gazes.
“You laughed,” Vic whispered.
I nodded and saw their smiles slightly deflate.
“…Still not talking though..?” Jaime sighed. Mike looked away, almost angry.
D-Did I get their hopes up by laughing?
Inner was quiet and I was a bit concerned she wasn’t throwing in her two cents.
Vic looked up sheepishly, “Y-You’re laugh was beautiful… I really want hear it again.”
I stared at him with adoring eyes at his bold statement. He seemed determined and all of the guys nodded with strong-willed gazes. There was something in Vic fueling his unwavering drive to get me to speak- something the other guys didn't feel. More tears nearly spilled from my eyes. Their resolve touched me and it nearly pushed me off the cliff of silence I’ve been teetering on since I’ve met them. I’ve constantly debated whether I wanted to jump and let the endless possibilities swallow me up or stay on the barren but familiar cliff that I’ve known for so long.
Almost…
“No matter what, we love you,” Vic whispered, a tiny spec of hope radiating from his big brown orbs.
‘So close…’
‘I can help you!’ Inner smiled.
I scoffed, You are me. Which means your fashion sense isn’t the sharpest either.
She grumbled and disappeared from the forefront of my mind.
I put on a black silk robe and headed to Zoey’s room. I knocked and she answered it a few seconds later.
“O-Oh! Hey Nix,” she smiled.
I sheepishly returned the smile and scratched the back of my head.
How the hell am I going to do this?
“Um, wait just a second,” Zoey laughed, disappearing behind her door. She popped back up with an expo marker and dry erase board. She handed it to me and I nearly attacked her with kisses.
I scribbled on the board.
“Could you help me pick an outfit?”
She grinned, “Of course! I finished getting dresses about ten minutes ago, I don’t see why not.”
I practically sprinted back to my room and introduced her to my closet. She tossed a few things on my bed and squinted at a few of my shirts. I was beginning to lose hope once we neared the back of closet.
“Oh my god Phoenix! You have tons of clothes back here with the tags still on!” she gasped.
I arched an eyebrow.
I did?
Miss Riley must have been passing by when Zoey exclaimed her discovery.
“I buy all my new kids clothes when they first get here. You just insisted on wearing your old stuff,” she shrugged and rounded the corner.
Zoey squealed and pieced together an outfit in seconds with the new material. Miss. Riley
definitely had a feel for my style as everything was to my taste.
Zoey laid out a tank with two skulls on the side and ripped, light-blue skinny jeans. She suggested I accessorize so I pulled out a bunch of old rings, a skulled bracelet, solid black belt and long cross necklace. I put the outfit on in the bathroom and stepped out sheepishly.
(Outfit in the Notes c:)
She smiled and stepped towards me with eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow in hand. She put the eyeliner on me like I usually did it, thick around the lashes and progressively thinning towards the corner of my eye. My already long and thick lashed were even more voluminous with the amazing mascara she used. Zoey rubbed on a touch of natural colored eye shadow and handed me a tube of clear, pink lip gloss.
“Gloss up, girly!” she giggled. I grinned and rubbed it on my lips. Zoey stepped back and marveled at her work.
Zoey cocked her head to the side, “One more thing…”
She reached for my hair and undid my pony tail.
“Alright, shake it out.”
I did as I was told and shook my head a bit like I did when I jumped around to a few of my favorite bands behind my locked bedroom door; Zoey’s jaw dropped.
“Damn you look amazing!” Zoey gawked.
I turned to my vanity and couldn’t believe my eyes. The only thing that looked anything like it did yesterday was the geek glasses resting on the bridge of my nose.
Woah…
I spun around and gave her a back-breaking hug. She was shocked but slowly wrapped her arms around me and giggled.
“This all you, all I did was pick a few articles of clothing. That beautiful girl in the mirror is all you.”
I pulled away and smiled softly at her. I portrayed my thanks and stomped on my black combat boots. I swung my backpack over my shoulder and headed for the door.
“Hey, Phoenix.”
I stopped halfway out the door.
“…Give ‘em hell,” Zoey grinned.
I smirked and closed the door behind me, the morning breeze disheveling my hair as I walked towards school.
I stepped into the school and headed to my locker.
“Hey babe,” a voice called from behind me.
I turned around and saw some big jock dude with saucers for eyes once I met his obviously perverted gaze.
“W-Wait. You’re that mute girl? Damn…”
He slowly backed away, biting his lip and winking at me as if saying I’d be seeing more of him.
I looked away, blushing a dark red- and not the flattered kind of blush. It was more along the lines of shock and almost disgust.
‘Well he’s definitely not the dinner and a movie date kind of guy,’ Phe mumbled.
I silently nodded and turned toward my locker.
“Hey, why are you in Nix’s locker?”
I turned around, confusion clearly etched into my face. Vic’s jaw hit the floor and my confusion only grew.
Oh yeah. The change in appearance…
“W-Wow. I mean, y-you a-always look good but today- I-I mean…um…” Vic stumbled and scratched the back of his neck, a blush coloring his tan cheeks.
I smiled and gently guided his open mouth closed with my pointer-finger and winked. I nearly winced at the jagged pain that I immediately registered following the strange, flirty act.
What the hell?! There is no way that was me!
‘Holy shit!’ Inner squealed, ‘That was all me! I did that!’
W-What?!
‘I really wanted you to flirt with him! He’s practically at your feet and you’re just changing colors!’ she sighed in frustration.
…No more of this possession bull-shit. Clear?
‘Whatever, it kind of hurt doing that anyway.’
Hurt?
‘Yeah but it was an indescribable sort of pain. I felt almost like my existence…blinked?’
I felt it too. It was like a sharp pain in the left side of my head.
‘Hm…’
“Holy hell Nix!” Mike exclaimed, sort of jogging towards a flustered Vic and I.
He wrapped his arm arms around my waist, “You look especially gorgeous today. Trying to impress me? Doesn't take much for you to do that, babe.”
My body was on fire from his intimate touch and I nearly fainted.
“I don’t think you have to touch her to compliment her,” Vic snarled through clenched teeth.
Mike instantly freed me and I released the breath I wasn’t aware I was holding.
“So what inspired the wardrobe change?” Jaime asked, taking in my new appearance and leaned against the locker neighbor to mine.
I shrugged, holding my locker door in place so it didn’t hit him and he nodded.
“Doesn’t have to do with a certain Fuentes or Perry does it?” he whispered with a slight smirk on his lips when Vic and Mike turned around to greet one of their friends.
My head whipped around my locker door accidently freed from my grip and slammed into his face.
“Ow!” he hissed, stumbling back.
My eyes widened and I went to touch his face. He read the apology in my eyes and waved me away.
“I’m fine. Just got smacked in the face with a metal door- no big deal,” he chuckled.
I sighed, feeling really bad and scratching at my wrists. He grabbed my hand.
“Hey, I’m fine,” he reassured. “See?” he smiled, moving his hand from his face.
I nodded and grabbed my bag and books.
“C-Can I walk you to class?” Vic asked with a nervous smiled. I smiled and he took my books, walking in sync with my steps as we headed to my first period.
Its so sweet that he’s carrying my books and he’s absolutely adorable when he blushes and stutters, I observed absentmindedly.
‘Ugh, he’s so gorgeous.’
“You can put all the lipstick in theworld on a pig, but it’s still a pig,” a snark voice called from behind me. Vic and I stopped and I slowly turned around to the owner of the fucked-up insult.
Tinsley…Of fucking course.
She stepped towards me with her French-tipped nails on her waist and her heels clicking against the white and grey tiled floor, Tony in tow.
“Jesus. Whoever let you out the house today must really hate you…”Tinsley smirked.
I’m sure I looked quite confused since she huffed.
“You look like shit,” she dead-panned, annoyed I wasn't immediately struck by her shot at me. Tony was as he was usually in these little confrontations. He was slightly hunched behind Tinsley with annoyance coloring his eyes and his hands carelessly thrown in his pockets. He was wearing a black and grey hoodie, black skinny jeans and black vans. I could see his tattoos peeking from the neck of his hooded jacket and smiled. Creative and meaningful body modifications have always held a place in my heart.
The only difference with him today was that he was actually looking at me, a strange glimmer in his eyes.
I looked at her with indifference and intentionally dead and uninterested eyes after her clarification; a moment of silence passed. She grew annoyed that she had no effect on me.
“I don’t know why the hell guys are whispering about you- nor do I care. Stay in your place. If I catch you making googly-eyes at Tony again I’ll fucking ruin you,” she spat. Tony’s eyes widened and his head shot up from my feet to my eyes. I maintained my look of unconcern but added a slight hint of annoyance. She huffed and whipped her hair as she stomped away in the opposite direction.
S-She noticed?
I made sure not to show any signs of shock and glanced at Vic. He seemed…conflicted and profoundly confused. I spared a final glance at Tony before he dragged his feet towards his platinum blonde girlfriend. Vic gently grabbed my hand and began walking. I was jutted out of my thoughts when Vic began talking.
“Don’t believe a damn thing she just said. You’re fucking flawless and she’s just being a jealous bitch,” Vic smiled.
I looked down to hide my blush and took up my books as we drew close to the door of my first period. I grinned at him and headed to class, plopping down in my seat with the light blush that colored my cheeks from Vic’s reassuring mini-speech.
It was lunch time and I headed to my willow tree. Vic, Mike and Jaime were already there, eating and laughing. I carelessly sat down by Jaime Indian style and stole a bite of his sandwich. He growled and I winked at him, pulling out my own apple.
We carried on pointless conversation.
“Hey Jaime you got a little…” Vic reached over as if to get something off of Jaime’s face. His hand swung back unexpectedly and landed on a shocked Jaime’s cheek.
“PANTERA!” Vic and Mike exclaimed with girlish giggles and grins. I burst into laughter, tears spilling from my eyes.
They stared wide-eyed at me- but I couldn’t stop! My side began to hurt and I clutched it, my eyes squeezed shut as laughter continued to rob my lungs of air.
Vic stared at me with adoration and the broadest grin I’ve ever seen adorn his face. Through the laughter induced tears I saw Mike smirk and Jaime laughing with me, clutching his cheek. Once I calmed down and wiped my eyes carefully, I looked up and was met with three expecting gazes.
“You laughed,” Vic whispered.
I nodded and saw their smiles slightly deflate.
“…Still not talking though..?” Jaime sighed. Mike looked away, almost angry.
D-Did I get their hopes up by laughing?
Inner was quiet and I was a bit concerned she wasn’t throwing in her two cents.
Vic looked up sheepishly, “Y-You’re laugh was beautiful… I really want hear it again.”
I stared at him with adoring eyes at his bold statement. He seemed determined and all of the guys nodded with strong-willed gazes. There was something in Vic fueling his unwavering drive to get me to speak- something the other guys didn't feel. More tears nearly spilled from my eyes. Their resolve touched me and it nearly pushed me off the cliff of silence I’ve been teetering on since I’ve met them. I’ve constantly debated whether I wanted to jump and let the endless possibilities swallow me up or stay on the barren but familiar cliff that I’ve known for so long.
Almost…
“No matter what, we love you,” Vic whispered, a tiny spec of hope radiating from his big brown orbs.
‘So close…’
Notes
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