I Went From Ugly to Smokin' Hot and now my Brother's Best Friends' Wants Me? WTF

Violet’s POV:

            Okay so now I’m in the car with Brooke on my way to hell. Yes, it is very possible to drive to hell because I’m doing it right now. I didn’t exactly agree to get a makeover; I was kind of dragged and shoved into this car. I had no say in what was going on. At the moment I was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, a green hat and a plain gray jacket. Nothing special just my everydays wear. Yes this is what I usually wore to school before the year ended. I just don’t see why girls take hours in the morning to figure out what to wear. I have absolutely no one to impress.

            “Why do I need to get a makeover? Don’t you love me the way I am?” I asked while changing the station of the radio. I stopped when I heard my favorite song “What’s My Name” by Rihanna and Drake. I sat back in my seat and stared at her.

            “Of course I love you the way you are. I just want to make sure others love you too. You weren’t always like this. You use to like dressing up and socializing. You use to care about your looks. Now you don’t even look in the mirror before you leave the house,” she said while still keeping her eyes on the road. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

            “It’s not that I don’t like being fashionable. It’s just when I got into high school, I realized I wasn’t dressing up because I liked it; I was doing it because that’s how people wanted me to look. I was acting like someone I wasn’t so that’s why I am the way I am,” my eyes were glued to the passing scenery outside. I was too embarrassed to look at Brooke. There was an awkward silence between us the whole ride, until we parked in front of a building in the middle of a plaza. I looked around and saw a bunch of the most fashionable stores. What is this place? I’ve never been here before.

            “Brooke? Where are we?” I looked at the big pink sign on the building in front of us. It read “Lauren’s beauty”. Well, I guess this is where the makeover will happen.

            “Come on,” Brooke said motioning to the store, but I just sat and stared at her blankly.

            “I know you’re scared you may lose yourself, but I will be here to make sure you don’t; so no worries!” She grabbed my hand squeezed it and then jumped out of the car. I followed after her the same way minus the enthusiasm.

 She came around the car and grabbed my hand. With major strength she dragged me like a rag doll, All the way to the entrance of the beauty salon. Immediately I stopped in my tracks.

            “I don’t want to do this!” Brooke turned around and glared at me.

            “Well, that’s too damn bad! You’re going inside!” and with a shove, she threw me, literally, through the door. I skidded across the floor inside and when I finally came to a stop I peeked through my thick messy nest of hair, to see a long line of people standing in front of me, with huge smiles on their faces. I cocked my head to the side as I processed them and the hot pink colored shop in my mind. One girl stepped out of the line and walked up to me. She was wearing a hot pink skin tight dress with cheetah stilettos. Her hair was bleached blonde and her face was heart shaped with light makeup. When she stood in front of me with her hand outstretched, I grabbed it hesitantly and she pulled me up with surprising force.  Who knew such a small body would hold so much strength.

            “Welcome to Lauren’s Beauty,” she and the rest of the staff said in unison. My eyes grew large. Is this rehearsed or something?

            “I’m Lauren and I’m our beauty counselor for the day!” she said enthusiastically.

“You’re my what?” I asked before she forcefully, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back of the salon.