Werewolf Academy

Chapter Ten

🐯Sophie's P.O.V.🐯

After Connor picked me up I felt a bit dizzy. He kind of ran away, or at least walked away really fast. Trish and Lily rush over to me to help me steady myself.

Lily looks over to him as he walk/runs away. "What was that all about?"

I shake my head. "I have no idea. I mean, we had talked about some stuff where he babbled like a cute idiot, but I didn't expect him to pick me up."

Trish gasps. "You called him cute! You like him!" She jumps around while cheering out "Yes! I did good! I'm a matchmaker!" I laugh at her outburst.

"Yes, you did good." She smiles at me. Behind her, I can see the girls running back to us.

"We got the clothes Sophie!" I wave them over and they place bags in front of me.

I open the bags and see tons of dresses. "Good job girls. Let's hand these poor boys some clothes." A few of them smile brightly and I pass them the bags to bring to the boys. The doors open and the boys, unknowingly, take the dresses. "Alright boys. We'll see you later. Our dorm, six, and don't be late." I wave at them. At the moment they seem pacified by their clothes and wave and smile. The girls and I head to our dorm and halfway across the field I hear them yelling.

"Sophie!!!" One of the voices rings out clear and I turn to see Aiden hanging out the door.

I give him my most innocent smile. "What? We gave you clothes." I turn back around and follow behind the girls that had kept walking.

They keep yelling but I ignore them and happily walk back to the dorms.

My happiness is short lived. As soon as I step into my room, Trish and Lily come in with make up bags in hand. "Is there a reason you two look like you're about to do surgery on me?"

Trish puts her bag down beside me. "We are doing your hair and make up." Lily nods and places hers down too.

I shake my head. "I did not agree to make up."

Trish sighs. "It'll be a natural look. I promise. You won't have to worry you're pretty little head." I pause, not really wanting to let her, but knowing that she'll do my make up whether I want her to or not. In the end I nod and she smiles at me. "Good, that means we can do this the easy way." Like I said. She would have restrained me if I had said no.

Lily smiles at me. "I won't do anything painful with your hair. Trust me. My little sisters let me do their hair all the time and they love it." I smile up at her and she goes behind my head.

We sit there for about thirty minutes. Trish uses brushes on my face a lot and Lily curls and pins up my hair. When I feel all of the hands stop, I open my eyes.

Trish holds up a mirror. "Here." I take it in my hands and look at my face. There is a skinny line of eyeliner tracing my bottom lid. A soft brown coats my eyelids. My cheeks are contoured and I don't look as though I have as many freckles as I did. I can tell I have on mascara, but it's a light layer. Not enough to make them heavy under the weight. My dirty blonde hair is pulled up into a soft twist while a few stray curls frame my face. I barely notice myself, but I do at the same time. It's definitely still me except I look very different with all of the make up on and the hair do.

I turn to the girls and smile. "It's perfect. Thanks." I hug them and they pull me close to them. "You guys go finish getting ready. I still have to put my dress on." I look over at my clock. "It's almost six as it is." Trish grabs her bag and so does Lily. They leave in a hurry and I pull out my dress. I slide it on carefully, along with the heels. When I had tried them on I thought I would fall face first, but instead I found they were quite easy to walk in. They were an off white pair of wedges with a wooden wedge that was light and pretty. I smiled at myself and glanced at my clock again. Five forty-three. Might as well head down. All of the girls are already here.