Chapter Fourteen

Bella's POV

I was so mad right then. I could just strangle anyone and anything.

Breath in...breath out..inhale....exhale....

"Oh I'm so sorry, ma'am. Its my fault. I promise i'm gonna fix it," Jenny said, running after the makeup materials that were pathetically broken and spilled on the floor. There was nothing to salvage. I was doomed.

"How long would it take you to get another kit?"

I asked with a frown, holding a palm to my forehead and looking as frustrated as I felt.

"Sorry ma'am, it might take about thirty minutes," she replied with a trembling voice and frowned. She should frown. I mean, it was her fault anyway.

"I'm already late," I checked the clock. It was nine at the dot.

Caden walked to the room, just behind Jenny.

He was all dressed up and ready. Almighty king, all hail. Note the sarcasm.

"Can we go......not a right time to ask...." He said, staring at the stuff on the floor and the rainbow coloured staircase. Pathetically beautiful.

He smirked and then turned it to a wild laughter that only he still understood. My hatred for that stupid smirking god never ceased.

"I'm definitely not waiting for you," he finally spoke up, raising a finger.

"I don't think I can make it," I whined and looked down. I hated myself.

"You do know the consequences, right? Our families...." he started the monotonous cliché lines.

"I. don't. care." I yelled, angry and frustrated. I mean, look at my mess and he was telling me about consequences? To hell with the stupid consequences!

"Don't yell at me. It's not my fault you can't stick to a time schedule, clumsy!" he laughed again at the mention of the word 'clumsy'.

What did he just call me? Clumsy?

"Oh i'm clumsy? I'll show you clumsy!" I yelled and pushed Jenny away, heading for Caden. I was ready to teach him!

I raised my hand to hit him, but then he grabbed my arm in the air and held my second hand, as if he planned those skills over there.

"Let me go!" I yelled, stretching and kicking my way out of his strong grip.

"Okay," he replied and left me. Immediately. I slipped and crashed on the floor, spilled the foundation and sat on the red lip stain. It was really embarrassing.

He smirked and walked away.

"Come in," I said to confused Jenny and she walked in immediately.

Mercedes should have a makeup kit somewhere. She was a star. She was bound to have one somewhere, only if I just looked carefully. I was bound to die if she didn't have one.

I searched through the cupboard's but found nothing. Absolutely nothing. And then I took quick steps to the closet, prayed in my mind to God, searched every where but still, nothing.

There was yet another wardrobe. It was locked. I broke the lock without further hesitation and opened it.

"Woah!" I exclaimed as my mouth fell open.

It was a world of makeup. It had literally everything.

"Jenny!" I called out in an excited voice, eager to get the day over and done with.

She scampered off to the closet, still worried about what I might do to her. I swear I myself wasn't certain if my patience still existed.

"Yes, Miss Mercedes?" she said in a shaky voice and stared at me.

"We'll make do with this," I said and stared at the wardrobe again.

Her eyes widened. I knew they would.

"Sure, ma'am," she quickly replied with a grin from ear to ear, and hurried off.

I smiled and sat on the stool, while she turned on the lights and started my make-up.

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"And, done!" She trilled and capped the lipstick, smiling graciously at my face.

I stood up and glanced at the clock. It was 10am.

I was so dead late. I had suffered a lot already, and all I asked for was a blessing to at least make my day.

"Thanks. Pick out something for me to wear," I ordered and grabbed Mercedes's phone.

Twenty missed calls from mamasita. CHRIST!

"All done ma'am," she said with a smile and pointed at the outfit she brought out.

I stared at it with a thoughtful look on my face.

It was a black short mini dress. Body hug, actually. Really short and too revealing. It had an open line running from both cleavages down to my belly button,and my whole back was revealed. It was a pretty nice dress from those designers.

I wore it with a red ankle strap heel, Jenny did my hair in a perfect ponytail, put on some accessories, and I was done. Jeez, finally!

I didn't change the dress because it was revealing. Not that I wanted to make a perfect impression of Mercedes, but I wanted to. For myself, at least.

All my life, my body was hidden in those imperfect non designer clothes. I was gonna live her life while I could, even if it included this.

Well, that was until Dar made sure Henry was gone because my life was literally on a very thin line.

I stared at myself in the mirror and was fully satisfied. Perfect! Way to rock my wasted boring highschool days!

Ma and pa wouldn't have been happy seeing me like that but they weren't there so I could just as well use the moment to the best.

I grabbed the red purse and slid it to my shoulder, enjoying my scent and smiling happily.

"Thanks Jenny," I said and walked out of the door as she tidied up.

I was on point, but as well as late. And I didn't even want to think about the love story. It was gonna be a total disaster!

I just prayed I'd find another tactic to get away from whatever happened. I put mine and Mercedes's phone in the purse and went out to Caden's room.

As a normal human, I knocked on the door peacefully. No response, so I slowly opened it.

Just as expected, annoying smirk Prince was just snubbing me.

"You didn't leave...." I trailed off, surprised and dashed out a smile.

"Yeah. Cause dad wouldn't let me leave without you," He shot angrily, not even turning to me.

"But..." I started.

"Shut...." he said, turning back to me but being cut off immediately he fixed his gaze at me. Here we go again.

"What?" I asked.

"I...I...said....." he stuttered, again.

I stared at my body from head to toe. I saw why he stuttered.....pervert in the making.

"Let's go," I said and left the room, totally pissed.

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"I need to use the rest room," I voiced with a disturbing headache, rubbing my temples evenly with my eyes closed in some sort of meditation.

"We're late. Come on now!" Caden argued as Lukas pulled over in front of a gas station.

"Just a sec," I said and ran off like a runaway bride. But in that case, run away story teller.

I walked into the building and just in time, my eyes met with a door labeled 'Restroom, female'. I walked in immediately and saw someone there, in the ladies room. Gosh! Could feel people not read?

"Um, Hel- lo!  This is the ladies room!" I yelled at the masculine figure, hoping he leaves immediately before my urinary system explodes.

He turned back. He looked so familiar. Like, i met him before but never took note of him.

A memory struck in my head and was traced to the attic back at home. Then i knew! He was the one I kept seeing next door. I just couldn't get it right.

"Oh its you," I said with a smile and reduced my anger to a minimum.

"You? Who's you?" he asked with an inquisitive smile.

"You...I mean.." I tried to ring a bell in his memory.

He came closer to me with a suspicious smile.

"Say bye," he whispered in my ear.

"Wait....what?" I yelled in confusion.

The last thing I remembered was him reaching for something in his pocket and my body in his arms.

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I woke up really dizzy.

Where the hell was I and what the hell happened to me. I looked around. It was all paintings and sketches. Most of which were.....Mercedes's.

Okay, that dude or fan was insanely obsessed. I stood up rubbing my wrists and lumbered down the wooden floors, staring at each painting, fascinated. They were my paintings. My face was on them just that it wasn't me. It was Mercedes, rather. My lookalike.

I heard footsteps and stared at the door which stood at the end of the room. He walked into the room with a smile on his handsome face that I immediately took notice of.

His hair was in beautiful hazel brown curls and he had beautiful cute eyes. A perfectly shaped pointed nose stuck out in the air and his lips ever so pink, it added to the look. A little beard under his chin and his perfectly fine white skin.

He looked so much better in person.

"You must be a big fan. Nice to meet you," I said with a smile that pleaded to let me go.

"Fan? That's what you see me as now? A fan?" he laughed in hysterics and I couldn't understand why. He  was definitely up to something.

I was surprised. What else was he, then?

"What?" I asked with a little chuckle.

"Don't tell me you've completely forgotten about us. You were just a few years gone. Tell me. Is there another guy?" he yelled.

Oh. My. Good. Lord.

I couldnt believe he was Mercedes's...No way! She was such a bad, bad girl.

Oh, boy!

He stared at me with hopeful eyes. "You look good as always," he finally complimented.

"Thanks," I smiled. "I'm flattered".

He came even closer and grabbed my waist.

"Wh - what are you doing?" I yelled and tried slapping his filthy warm soothing hands that just made my body tingle away.

He stopped and stared at me for some seconds. Why did he stop? I mean, why didn't he continue? I mean, it was good he stopped. Okay, what the hell was going on in my head? I was as confused as crazy.

He went on again but this time attempted his hands to my side zipper.

"Let go of me you pervert!" I yelled and pushed him away.

I removed my shoes quickly and took to my heels. Just then I realized the house was just next door. What a relief.

I got my keys and opened the gate as fast as I possibly could, trying to calm my nerves down.

Rushing in, I fell to the floor, panting really heavily. What was that?

Author's Note

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