insecure ☹ m.c

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I grabbed a makeup removal wipe, and stared at myself in front of the mirror.

Ok, now you're going to do this, I told myself. You're going to show Michael that he was wrong. You are most definitely not insecure, and he needs to get that.

I grabbed the wipe and set it against my face, wiping it. The colors of my makeup showed on the wipe, which was now covered in makeup. I glanced back up at the mirror, and was shocked at how different I looked without it.

and it wasn't a good different.

My pimples were more prominent than ever, and my skin noticeably paler. I had huge bags under my eyes and I just overall looked like a complete mess.

I couldn't handle going out like this at all. I grabbed a bb-cream and slathered it onto my face, hoping Michael wouldn't notice that I was wearing just a bit of makeup.

"And here I am!" I announced, walking back into the living room where Michael was seated on the couch with his phone.

"Wow you look perfect! Too perfect..." he told me. He fished something out of his pocket, and before I knew it, he was attacking my face with a wipe, gettung rid of the minimal makeup I had on.

"Hey!" I sputtered. "Get your wipe off my face!"

All he did was laugh, and continue to attack my face with his wipe. I grabbed his arm and spun him around, putting his hands behind his back; as if I was arresting him. I leaned into his ear:

"I'm a black belt, don't even try and fight me." I whispered, kicking him once more in the back of his knee before releasing him.

He staggered back, having to grab onto the couch from falling down. I let out a small giggle, helping him stay upright.

It took him a few tries, but he finally got up, running his hand through his still quite load hair hair.

"So are we still up for that mall challenge?" He smirked.

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this isn't edited so gimme a break if i made some mistakes i'm soRRY