1.6

BECCA DROPS the flat iron beside me and spins my chair around to face the mirror. “I’m done,” she announces as I blink away the surprise.

My hair, usually curly, now comes down in straight, silky strands hanging all the way past my waist. I sported a smokey eye, sexy red painted lips that I’d never dreamt of wearing till tonight and a light dousing of blush on the apples of my cheeks. Another person is staring back at me. And she's beautiful.

“Leo wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you when he sees you,” Becca says. “Even though I wish you’d dump the dumb fuck but beggars can’t be choosers.”

I roll my eyes. “Are you forgetting that you’re the one who begged me to get out and find a boyfriend? And when I do you’re not happy.”

“Yeah, because I meant Rory from Math class not Leo from Sex Ed,” she deadpanned.

I snort. “I like Leo, Becca and he’s been good to me. I think if you gave him a chance, you’d really like him.”

She sighs picking an invisible thread from her dress. “I d