The Dare by Leanne Yerdon (read after TXT) 📕

back roads that led right to the highway. Well back roads that highschoolers made to save the extra 40 minuets of traffic and pointless roads. Plus we had permission to “make” the road by the crappy guy we call a mayor in our town and then from the state. So here we are.

“Okay we’re buying your clothes first.” He said. I groaned. I wasn’t really looking forward to the shopping portion of this transformation. When I was shopping for myself I walked into hottopic grabbed a couple shirts and jeans bought them and if they didn’t fit at home they went back and I grabbed the next size. This would take way longer. I wouldn’t know what to buy. I mean really? I wore band shirts, skinnies and v-necks and sometimes plaid button ups from kohls. Nothing fancy and nothing technical. Just easy,comfterable and not idiotic like skirts and highheels and actually thinking about color cordinating. I groaned as Jayce parked the car in front of the most idiotic mall in the state. The mall had two good stores, Hottopic and Debs but the rest was a total waste of time. Jayce got out of the car and pulled me out of the car and dragged me along towards Macy’s. He pulled me over to the teen section.

“Arms out.” He said simply. I did as I was told and he looked at my body.

“Large shirt size and 13 pant size right?” He asked. My eyes widened.

“Don’t say that so loud.” I said. He chuckled and looked through the aisles and pulled out a ruffled black skirt, throwing it on my arms. He then grabbed a bunch of v-necks. I groaned as he had more skirts,ripped jeans and v-necks to go.

“How the hell are we going to be able to pay for this?” I asked. He chuckled.

“A lot of discounts and my credit card and my dads credit card. We’ll be good.” I shrugged. The boy did think things through. He then pushed me to the dressing room. I groaned.

“I hate trying things on Jayce. And we have like a million sets of clothes it will take me hours.” I whined. He chuckled.

“Try one of the v-necks, one of the skirts, one of the button ups, and one of the jeans, and I’m getting you a push up.” He said. I looked at him confused. He laughed.

“Bra.” He said simply. I cocked an eyebrow.

“Yeah your bi.” I said teasingly. He shrugged.

“What size?” He asked. I groaned.

“C... Can we just stop now.. To much work.” I whined. He glared.

“Get your ass in there and try them on.” He said. I groaned and pulled the crapload of clothes into the dressing room. The woman eyed the pile of clothes in my arms.

“You can’t have that many in the dressing room.” She said. I groaned.

“Ma’m can you just be a little liniant? It’s an emergency.” I said. I sounded so girly right now. But if it convinced this woman I’d be okay. She walked around me eying my clothes I was wearing. I heard her gasp.

“Yes indeed!” She pushed me into the dressing room and into one of the stalls. She took the clothes and laid them on the seat. She picked out a pair of blue ripped jeans and a pink v-neck with a black cammy.

“Put these on. I’ll pick out the rest of the combinations in a minuet.” She said walking out of the stall. I cocked an eyebrow. I turned to the mirror. I was wearing an Asking Alexandria band shirt. A big green monster in the background with a guy in front running from it, with black skinnies and my neon pink converse. What was wrong with it? I asked in my head. I sighed and pulled off my clothes. I stopped when I heard quarrelling.

“I’m with a girl in there dammit! Now move.” I heard Jayce say angrily. I chuckled, then froze as a package of 3 bras landed on the floor. One black,One pink,One white with polka dots. I pulled on one and then the clothes. I turned to the mirror and looked at my body in the mirror. I froze.

“Oh my god.” I said. I heard the door open.

“Oh shit...”
“Beautiful”

I heard behind me. I looked....weird. I thought. The next few hours of trying clothes on became more shocking then the last 3 years of my life...

“That comes out to 200 dollars after the discounts.” The cashier said. The lady that helped us out in the clothing section ran up to the cashier.

“Take it out of my check. This was worth it. Honey you looked so beautiful in those clothes.Oh! I know where we can go!” She said as she pulled me behind her. I looked back at the 10 bags packed full of clothes surrounded Jayce. He nodded at me and took the bags and started out the door with them. I smiled. I love you Jayce. I said to myself in my head.

“What is your natural hair color?” The girl asked me as she tugged me along towards the hair salon in the back of Macy’s. I froze and stopped abruptly.

“Oh hell no!” I yelled. She turned to me in disbelief.

“You can’t have that nasty black hair with new beautiful clothes.” She persisted. I eyed her. The woman was deffinition of 30 year old Barbie. She had blond hair that curled at the ends and an olive complection, and a tiny waist.

“I love my hair.” I said. I didn’t want to do this anymore. This wasn’t me and I was doing this all for a guy that I wasn’t even sure I loved anymore. I then felt my feet leave the floor. I turned to see Jayce. He held me up. He leaned into my ear.

“She’s right.” He said softly, setting me down in the chair. He kissed my cheek. I looked at myself in the mirror.

“But..” I whined. He smirked.

“You’ll always be beautiful with or without black hair.”He said reassuringly. The hair stylist then started through my hair. I felt the tears rise up to my eyes and slide down my cheeks. Everything I liked about myself..what I wore and my hair..was going to be taken away in just 4 simple hours..
Stop and Stare

Chapter 10-Stop and Stare

I got up and out of bed. The light snores of Jayce at the end of my bed the only sound I could hear. I walked out of my room and into the bathroom. I gulped and looked in the mirror. I hadn't had my hair it's natural color of brown in I don't know how long. I even had extensions in. I felt like I had a weave. And I'm sorry but I don't really need one. My hair was a light brown that went down to my mid chest. I sighed and washed my face and brushed through my wavy hair. I looked over at the clothes that had been picked out for me. There were black converse that was the the closest I could have to my hightops. The rest were light blue ripped jeans. A long rip across the knee and then at the thigh. Why you'd pay 50 dollars or more for jeans that were ripped I would never know. The top was a dark pink and white plaid button up shirt and a black laced cammy. I sighed and pulled on my clothes then did my makeup.

I could only do a light green eyeshadow with blue cat tails. Then mascara and cover up. I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. My brown silky bangs were pinned to the side. I had never ever wanted to just sit in Hottopic and touch all of the band shirts forever until now. I wanted what I called mine back but I wasn't aloud to because of a stupid dare and the boy I was utterly in love with. I guess those could count as good reasons..In China. I mean changing yourself for others isn't good but sometimes you just do what your brain is fully against just to see what happens.

"Oh my." I turned to see my mom standing in the doorway. She cocked an eyebrow.

"You going to school in that?" She questioned. I sighed and nodded. She walked closer to me,pulling her fingers through my hair.

"Your beautiful no matter what sweety. Thought you should know." She said, kissing my head and leaving the bathroom.My mom loved my choices in music and clothes she just never wanted to admit it. I was my mothers daughter since birth. And I don't mean that literally I mean she was just like me at her age. Which at times was comforting.

"Well look at you." I heard Jayce say. I turned to see him all dressed and hair combed. I groaned and pushed past him and walked down the stairs to the door,grabbing my bag and pushing through the front door. I walked quickly. The faster I got to school the faster this day would be over. I heard Jayce's steps behind me.

"Way to leave me." He said,punching me. I nodded.

"I just want to get to school,Get THROUGH school and then go home." Jayce rolled his eyes.

"You have this homecoming queen thing in the bag." I rolled my eyes. Just changing my wardrobe and dying my hair isn't going to do much. Kids at our school were stupid but not that stupid. I spotted Josh's car in the corner of my eye. I looked over. His eyes were glued on me. I gulped and then used every part in my body to do what I did when we were younger. I turned and put my hand on my nose,crossed my eyes and waved. I laughed at myself and stopped. I could hear Josh's laughs inside his car. I sighed and kept my eyes down after that. Maybe they were that stupid..

Insecurities

Chapter 11

I kept my eyes on my feet. The gasps and stares on me