Alexandra's Revenge

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tures of their face to make them appear less close to death. After millennials of cosmetic evolution, and of course, a less animalistic a

e wrong lec

inny blonde squealed from be

m I found. It turned out to be a history slash women empowerment slash make-up liberation clas

t we rarely talk about the multitude of perspectives women have on any particular issue. Especially one t

eyes glued to the article she was reading from the internet. But I had a problem

shows there are two primary reasons why women wear makeup: Camouflage - Women who are anxious and insecure tend to use makeup to appear less noticeable. Seduction - Women who want to be no

le and went back to her article while I wondered f

sly inconspicuous. "Well," She continued with a smile, "Here's what economists have to say to that--" The double doors of the hall creaked

rved their teeth, probably to check if it needed flossing or whatever they were searching for in their pretty compact mirrors. If he knew the unrest and eagerness to gratify was all for him, he didn't let it show. But I could tell he was used t

with it. The older woman kept smiling and giggling as t

oze to a spot, already

looked up. She and the rest of the c

straight.

s me that you're i

w at the stranger. Who the

ng to fangirl all over him again

ly. "You're very kind, Lydia." His voice was a

ampered towards and then through it quickly, muttering apologies to th

I asked a saf

addled me with the responsibility, but when I got

left around 9:45. . . Not t

we continued to move. "Err, I'm sorry about that. I

r which took us complete

x? I mentally reprimanded my

e in Eastwood is easy when

kept going on and on about beauty and make

n empowerment club. They do more than makeup, an

ng." Not that I'd been in any interesting

s in that room? None

pecially after

My sweet flower, I can't be held respo

ky m

e having most of your classes in this building.

ed in. "What buildin

ium and everything related to anything ex

d towards the double white doors on the right. "--

-hour tour of the buildin

ving," I

e held open the cafeteria's door, and I just had to give it t

s." I

rom bold to deep, to faint colored ones. It was a perfect interplay of rich colors and design. The aroma of freshly-baked muff

ther in perfect unison. I could smell chicken, I could smell beef, I could

smile, staring at me like he understood perf

ll! Why didn't we

rather difficult to get yo

red around the full length of the massive room, all airing the same show simultaneously. I gawked a

okay. Then I noticed students standing to watch the drama unfolding at a corner in the room. Phones were out, some took pictures as seen from flashlights going off and o

ghetti and tomato sauce around her as four girls stared down at her. She reached for a

ike the gentleman he was, he covered it with the other one. S

is one seemed like the Queen bitch leader of some sort. She stood out completely from them with he

st. "Err...that isn't public bullying, is it?" I looked up at him

I officially welco

ut he didn't need to, his blank expression held my answer. I squeezed my

in reply, hearing th

we compl

to flutter open. "That won't help. Besides, it's

what

Save the severity of the situation, I sure would've rested a bit on his abs a

m

he is one of Eastwood's prized students. I'm

cademic af

tly nominated for the most influential student this year--a post she has been holding since she arrived two years ago. She has gone on seve

n the cake? She be

bad

ebadiah

ent to school here--they a

. Go through a couple of the bestselling books and the cold-hearted fine ass boss they depict, is Zeb Anderson in flesh. He gi

d with good reason too. Nobody wants to eat food from the floor when there are so many available tables with fitted chairs, plates, and cutleries. Still, I could

rt where all that,

rt that makes n

g." I co

l harmless blog till every Friday night when she starts up a video exclusively for Eastwood's students. She puts up pictures of three nerds she ran into during the

imes that February morning--a consequence of the chemo--when Marion sneaked in on me and frightened me silly. The food spilled and he pulled on my ears before

still starving." A slight

ou something to

ng, your choices should be

place our orders. I watched him address a chef before jolting

. My legs came to a halt in front of the infamous Charlotte--much prettier up close

grin as she stared me down with interest. Behind her, her friends, who equally tried but failed to mirror her

sshole? You're hairy and full of shit

d with the audacity. At the same time, she managed to appear l

he girl on the floor. "C'mon, get up.

then back at Charlotte and

ue these days. Everyone's trying to save somebody." She mocked with a hardened face, then came clo

awn

no," My hand went over my chest like I was apologetic. "Certainly, k

rned around to glare like she'll rip th

o me. "If that's all, then--" I stepped forward

hed out an arm quickly, stopping on

ten the bitch to a pulp, had she laid a finger on me. Is it too early to get suspended? "In case of a next time, th

ferociously jovial grin as she turned an

girl away with me. We approached Legend at the