Man, this girl right here looked fuckin wasted.
((Teresa Rojas: Pregame Start))
Like, whoa. Holy shit. Girl had some wreckage on her. Messy hair, baggy PJs, she even had some bags under her eyes like what the Jackson kid had all the time. Standin in front of the mirror, lookin at herself in front of the glass, girl knew she was gonna have to clean herself up a bit. Make herself not look like shed been hit with nuclear force. Her PJs - blue-black stripes, long sleeve stuff - were sorta a given and her hair could probably stay the same - given the people at her school were like, all into the party girl look - but her eyes needed a bit of work. A bit more time in the makeup room so that people didnt come up to her and ask whether she felt tired or not.
...Well, nah. Thatd probably be okay. Itd give her that sleepy look. That gamer girl look, yo. Shed just say that shed been playin Overwatch with Forrest until that clock hit the A.M and theyd probably all go whoh, you play Overwatch? Thats like, super cool! You gotta join our squad sometime, man, you gotta.
And she supposed that meant shed be hangin with the gamers today.
Which was cool. Shed be down for talkin with Andy and Forrest and all the other gamer people. Just meant that shed need to pick somethin out from her closet right over on the other side. Find bits of clothes and tops and pants that appealed to them in particular. Maybe she wouldnt be like, blatant about it or anythin - Dios knew what would happen to her if she became one of those girls - but yeah, she supposed shed be their guest or however the song went. Cater herself to them. Look good and be good to them so theyd like her. Wanna hang with her. Wanna give her entertainment.
Shed def appreciate that.
But like, girl had to work for it. She couldnt just do nothin and then expect everyone to want to hang out with her or somethin. Nah, she had to work for it. Put some muscle in. She wanted to be that girl. Be that person who hung with anyone at anytime. Who put some people in fron of her and pushed her boredom straight to the side.
She could do that.
And hey, even if she wasnt, her tries could do the job well enough, right? If she was makin sure everyone liked her then that meant that she was doin somethin. Makin sure that boredom stayed out of the way.
It did work.
She couldnt really use that as an excuse to not try, though. She still had to get dressed. Still had to look good for the people she was hanging out with.
Still had to keep Gram'ma happy, somehow.
So she moved. Flopped herself right off the bed and got herself right up off the floor. Moved forward. Side to side like the song stuck in her head. Took herself right to that cupboard, opened it, and tried to see what sorta precious treasure laid inside.
Turned out: not a lot.
Like, there was the party stuff. There were the crop tops, the apple bottom jeans (boots with the fur, with the fur), but that wasnt really the ty'pa stuff she could strut around school. That was the ty'pa stuff thatd get her a visit to the vice and a talk about how the shit she liked to wear was inappropriate in a school environment and disrespectful to the greater community as if it all wasnt shit shed heard like, a hundred times before. Like, seriously, miss. Reason you had to tell her that all the time is because you just keep repeating the same boring shit over and over again.
Cause, like, if you were gonna take her fun time and replace it with talks like that at least make them, like, fuckin interesting, yknow? Give her a fuckin reason to be there. Give her a fuckin reason to actually listen and then maybe you wouldnt actually have to waste her time and-
She stopped. Shaked her head. Aint no point in havin feelings and shit when the important decision of what to wear was just hangin like, right in front of her. Serious. This stuff was a fuckin everyday conundrum. She had to look good. Appeal to the nerd people. Clothes made the person and if she didnt have the clothes then she wasnt the person.
Well, wasnt like clothes were everything but like, she had to be that girl. She had to carry that aesthetic. She had to be like, that super cool super sexy person who hung out with everyone. Who liked everyone. Who everyone liked in return because like, she got them. She did the same things they did and she could shoot the shit with them about it. Because like, she wanted options, yknow? She didnt want to be that girl who just hung around with the same group day in and day out and who never talked to anyone outside that group. That was stagnant. That was boring.
And Dios knew how much she didnt want to feel more of that shit than she already did.
So she had to dress. Appeal. She poked her head inside the cupboard a little bit, tried to see if there was any like, hidden gem in her wardrobe she was forgettin or somethin. To be honest she didnt really know if there was anythin she could wear that would straight up appeal to the gamer people without lookin' like onena those fake gamer girls but hey, maybe she did. No way of knowin until this girl tried. She put her hand in, traced them along the coathangers. Tried to see what each thing she put her hand on was and saw somethin appealin. A flash of colour. She stopped her hand. Went back a little. Found it. Bent the coathanger off the pole.
And saw the neon blue tank top hangin off the hook, pink anchor design starin at her right in the face. Shed gotten this one from a thrift shop, couple months back. She wanted to try and see if there was anything good she could get like, super cheap and lo and behold this was there with like, a bunch of other things in the $1 rack. It looked good enough, and the price was cheap enough, so she bought it. Put it in the wash and put it in the cupboard and to be honest just sorta totally forget about it right up until now when it was right in front of her face. Perfectly washed. Ready to wear and take to school.
And hey, it was new. It was was somethin that the people around school hadnt seen her in yet. Wouldnt really appeal to the gamers, or anyone in particular (unless there was like, some sorta anchor club at her school, honestly given what some of the people here were into it wouldnt really give her that much of a surprise) but hey, it was somethin different from the norm. Somethin that people would look at and go like whoh, hey, Ive never seen a top like that around school before. Honestly kinda looks super cool, nothin like what the other people here wear, thats for sure.
And hey, maybe it wouldnt happen like that but itd still happen. This top was new. New meant interesting. Interesting meant people would wanna flock over to her. Talk. Have fun with her.
And having fun was what it was all about. If she could stave off that blank feeling she tended to for one more day, then yeah. Day well spent.
She just had to put the work in so that she could earn that, though. Do the rounds. Dress for the occasion.
Be that girl who everyone wanted to hang with. Who could just sit down and and have fun with anyone she wanted to.
Be that girl who made sure there wasnt ever a time she was bored.
So she put her arms around her as she pulled her PJs off, letting them drop to the floor as she looked into the mirror on the door. Made sure her body still looked the best of em all. Her underwear was the first thing on and the jeans - short, sorta ripped at the ends - came on right after that. Bra was number three and number four was was the tank top - which wasnt loose or tight, kinda like that story with the bears and the cereal. Once she was dressed, once she was done, she looked at the mirror again. Checked herself out. Did a little spin to see how she looked. Tried to see if she was that girl, the one who owned this tank top. The one who looked fuckin stunning with it on.
And yeah, she was.
No way the gamers wouldnt love this.
So the girl looked. Checked herself one last time. Anythin else she needed to take care of? Anythin possibly like, disastrous that she was overlookin right now?
Well, the eyes, maybe. Maybe she needed to cover up the bags there a tiny bit, but hey, that was part of the makeup process. Not somethin she dealt with in front of this mirror. Right now?
She was that girl.
And that girl standin in front of her mirror?
Man, that girl right there looked fuckin spectacular.
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