Picture Perfect

"Outer beauty pleases the eye. Inner beauty captivates the heart." Every teenage girl wants to be pretty, and that's exactly what Alex is. Flat stomach, size zero, flawless skin, silky hair, gorgeous green eyes. Perfection is the definition of Alex's life. She lives every girl's dream: beautiful, the most popular girl in school, a hot boyfriend, not to mention so much money she doesn't know what to do with it. It's the start of a new school year. She has just landed a modeling job with one of the most famous fashion designers. Life couldn't be going better for her. So what happens when an unfortunate accident turns her life upside down?


6. Chapter Six

Chapter Six

So yeah, great news. Frenchie completely ditched me at the mall for some concert with a guy she just met.

“I just figured with your detention and all, you wouldn’t like, be interested or anything. Sorry, babe.” I wanted to scream into the phone at her. Sure, just abandon me to get my nails done all by myself. Make other plans without even telling me. Some friend.

“You couldn’t have at least called?” I asked in desperation. “Or asked me to come to your stupid concert?” I’d rather be third-wheeling then by myself. After my detention I just needed a break. I was looking forward to it all day, and then this. What was I going to do with myself?

“Alex, calm down, I didn’t cancel our appointment or anything, just get your nails done. Now I have to go, Bernard’s waiting for me. See you on Monday!” And with that she hung up before I could even get one more word out. “Bernard’s an old man’s name!!” I shouted at my phone.

I heard a stifled laugh and looked over to the bench next to a hot pretzel place. A man with chestnut hair sat with his hand over his mouth, not doing the best job hiding his amusement. I began to glare at him and was about to make a snappy remark when he lowered his hand. Oh Mary Mother of Jesus.

He was beautiful.

He was hotter than any pretzel at that pretzel place. I melted like butter. His coffee-colored eyes twinkled. He raised his arm and scratched the scruff gracing his strong jawline. The sleeves of his flannel were rolled just above his forearms, and I watched as his muscles flexed. He looked young, maybe early or mid-twenties, but had this mature look about him. His hair was styled into this flawless tousled quiff. If I’d ever seen an angel this is what one would look like. There were still traces of that amused smile playing across his lips. He sat back and crossed his arms, highlighting those godly muscles once again.

He tilted his head to the side a bit. “I suppose Bernard is an old man’s name.”

It took me a moment to realize that I had stopped breathing and was just standing there. What was I thinking about before? Then I managed to say something real intelligent, like “Uh-duh.”

Then I walked away. Wow, that wasn’t embarrassing or anything. Me, tongue tied in front of a guy? That was just not normal.


“Just make it something pink.” I told the manicurist.

I sat back and put my headphones in. Time to relax. I turned on the popular song “The Things That Make You Gorgeous” by that boyband StraightForward. Music always made me feel better when I was down.

Before I knew it I was making my way back to the car with a fresh hot pink manicure and numerous bags. I’d gone all out. The only store I didn’t visit was American Eagle. I’d walked up to the store but immediately turned away when I saw that terrible dress Madison had been wearing in the window. I shuddered and moved on. I also got this hot little number for my big birthday bash. It was shot, low-cut, skintight and black as night with a thin gold belt around the waist. It was the kind of thing my dad would kill me for wearing, and that was one of the many reasons it was absolutely perfect. I really hoped Dylan would be able to come to my party so he could see me in it.

I walked by the pretzel shop a couple more times, but only found disappointment. The man had left. I sighed a bit, but brushed it off because if there was one thing that made me happier than music it was shopping.


“I’m hoooome!” My voice echoed through the foyer. “Ted get down here! I need help with my bags!” My heels clicked loudly against the white tiles.

“I’m here miss.” A voice said from behind me. I jumped a bit and turned to face Ted who had somehow appeared with no sound. “You have to stop doing that! Scared the shit outta me!” He gave me a bashful smile and shrugged his shoulders. “Whatevs, I parked my car out front and all my stuff is in the trunk, you can put it in my room.” I handed him the keys. I began ascending the grand staircase but then turned around and pointed my index finger at him. “And don’t hurt anything.” He stood a bit awkwardly in the center of the big hall with his hands clasped together in front of him and nodded. “Go already!”

“Right, yes, of course, Miss Schultz.” He scurried out the tall oak doors.

I took my heels off and carried them them the rest of the way up. My feet were killing me. But as they say, beauty is pain. I took my hair out of the bun it’d been in all day and massaged my scalp as I entered into heaven (a.k.a. my giant bathroom, but really what’s the difference?) Out of the seven bathrooms in my house, I had to say this one was my favorite. It was huge with a tall ceiling and big windows that let the sunlight stream in. Let’s not forget the vanity table, jet bathtub, sauna, and selection of like a hundred different soaps and makeup either. I could live in there.

The days were getting shorter, a sad reminder of the coming winter, but it made for a beautiful sunset at seven oclock. Pink and orange sunlight glowed through the curtains. Nature’s so much better when you're indoors.

I filled the bathtub and slipped into the mountains of sweetly scented bubbles. I was thinking about the pretzel guy once again when I heard a creak. My eyes snapped open.

“Mom! What are you doing!? Get out of here!” I used my arms to gather the remaining bubbles around me.

“Just wanted to talk to my little tiger lily.” When it came to my mother, there were really no barriers. For her anyway. She was into all that zen and get in touch with nature and your inner peace shit, and would probably run around naked if my father would allow her.

Her face lit up. “I just finished my latest piece!” She squealed excitedly. I wonder if the school called her about my detention yet. Knowing her she probably wouldn’t care and tell me that mistakes are good because you learn from them.

“I considered taking you to yoga with me to celebrate, but I know you don’t like that, so I booked reservations for that fancy restaurant you’ve been wanting to visit!” She looked at me with her big blue eyes expectantly. I groaned.

As much as I wanted to go there I didn’t even feel like moving. I was already in the mindset that I’d be soaking the rest of the evening in the tub then watching a movie. But I figured that since my mom proposed we go to a gourmet restaurant she was really, really, really happy because she always liked to visit organic food markets and eat at little artsy cafes where they read poetry and sang about mother earth. I wasn’t completely heartless. And plus who could say no to that face? She made it seem like hanging out with me was the best thing in the world.

“Okay, okay. I’ll go. Just leave so I can have some dignity left.”

“Yes!” She pumped her fist. Yes, my mom just pumped her fist. “And dignity is an illusion created by humanity, my garden flower. Your body is merely a vessel of the soul.”

“Whatever you say, mom.”


Sorry if there were any grammar mistakes, because well, I rarely proofread anything... Whoops! Anywho, comment if you'd like, or don't comment. Thanks to the peeps that actually read this too, because it would be a kind of pathetic story if no one did! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!

Okay bye.

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