"What are we doing here." I groan.
Out of all places to go why here. Turning in his seat he lifts an eyebrow giving me a smirk.
" Come on Lucas we can literally go anywhere, why here.?" I ask him.
"You know most girls wouldn't complain." He tells me.
" You should know by now I'm not like most girls," I mutter before saying. "I'm not going in."
I cross my arms over my chest glaring out the window. He can't make me go. I hear him sighing before his ignorant voice starts to say.
"Okay fine, you can tell me who attacked you at school then. I'm not planning on going home anytime soon so we have all day.."
Gritting my teeth I turn my head back around slowly.
"It doesn't matter who done it," I say putting as much anger in my voice as I can.
"Well I think it does matter and if you are not going to tell me then we are going in there, and you are going to sit and be a good girl or so help me god Keira. I won't give in until you tell me who did it."
"I hate you have I ever told you that?." I utter.
"Once or twice," he says a smile playing on his lips.
"Come on then let's go," he says before opening the door and getting out.
Blowing out a Breath I open my door before slamming it behind me.
Catching up to Lucas I stand slightly behind in as I make our way inside.
I follow Lucas as he makes his way to the reception desk.
"Hi welcome to Paul's, how any I help you.?" a tall woman says to him behind the counter.
Giving her a big smile he tells her " Hi we have an appointment at 10 names Keira."
"oh yes Paul is waiting on you now would you like a drink while you wait.?" she says to him fluttering her eyelashes.
Rolling my eyes I turn away. This girl is beautiful and this place is posh. What was he thinking taking me here?.
Before I can blink I'm escorted to a black chair with a cape thrown around my neck. A man in his early forty's comes strutting out. With a yellow bandana tied at the neck and black skinny jeans with a plain white top.
Making his way over to me he stands behind before taking down my hair
"ooh darling!." he loudly shouts. "What have you done to your hair.?"
My face goes beat red before I quietly whisper.
"It's not that bad..."
"ooh but it is. Mmm, this isn't going to be a easy job but you have come to the right place." he dramatically says.
"Lauren I'm going to need you and Kirsty here pronto," he shouts again clapping his hands.
looking at Lucas he explains to him.
"We are going to be here a while and I understand you have booked her into the beauty as well.?"
"Yep." Says Lucas trying his best to not laugh the bastard knows this is making me uncomfortable." I'll be back in a few hours."
I glare at Lucas with as much hatred as I can muster. The pricks took me here now he's leaving?.
Walking to the door he turns and catches my eyes on the reflection. Mouth I hate you to him. He smiles and gives me a wink before opening and going out the door.
It's been six hours.
Six hours and I have been probed waxed and there is that much chemicals I think I might be blind now.
I haven't seen myself yet and with what they have done I'm not sure I want to. Do girls actually do this for fun? This is torcher. No wonder I've never been before. It's the first and last time I will allow someone to wax me. I've also got a face full
Of make up and when I asked why? They said it was booked in. I tried to talk them out of it but money talks and it's all been paid for. Stupid rich people and there stupid money.
Putting the finishing touches to my lips. Alex declares I'm finally done. Thank god.
Getting off the seat The spin me around until I'm in front of the mirror. I freeze.
My once long dyed hair is now brown with
Caramel highlights. I can see every Layer in my hair. They have cut off a good amount yet it's still comes to my navel. My make up is perfection. My eyebrows are matched in fitting perfectly to my face. My lips are plump and shiny with lipstick they used.
My eyes are smoky giving me a dramatic look.
I look unrecognisable. If I can say it I look beautiful.
"Wow" is all I say.
Clapping his hands Paul gives me a big smile.
"Wow is right, this is my best work yet."he declares.
"Lucas your right on time."
Walking away Paul goes to greet Lucas and I still just stand there. Taking a breath and mentally preparing myself I turn around.
Standing like he owns the place all eyes are on him. Every person in here can't take there eyes off Lucas.
With a White buttoned shirt and black dress trousers. Lucas is a very handsome. Maybe that's not the right word more like he's gorgeous. I'm not blind so I know the appeal he has. Most male celebrities can't compare to him. Scott used to call men like him pretty boys. Yet i don't think I could agree. He's to manly to be pretty. Where Scott was the same age he didn't come across as old as Lucas. At only eighteen you wouldn't think he was unless you knew his age. He carries himself much older.
Flicking his eyes from Paul to me his eyes dilate as he takes me in. Time seems to stop.
Goosebumps cover my skin and my cheeks heat from his stare. A feeling I'm choosing to ignore stirs inside me. His eyes dance across my hair then my face before resting back on my eyes. He's looking at me in a way I don't want him too. There's always been something there between us. Yet I can't ever cross that line. For one I'm too young for him. I also hate him. At least I think I do. I'm not so sure anymore. Third.? He's my stepbrother . I will never be able to go there. No matter what is between me and him.
Thankfully The spell is broken when I get bumped into by one of the hairdressers.
Clearing my throat I move towards him tucking my hair behind me ear.
"You ready." I mumble.
Swallowing he nods his head before shaking Paul's hand and we make our way outside.
Climbing into the car I shut my door as Lucas gets in. Turning slowly he looks at me before clearing his throat and saying.
"You look beautiful." I start to blush and turn my head quickly looking out the window.
"Thank you." I say to him.
He starts the car and we take off down the road. After fifteen minutes of driving, I realize we aren't heading home.
I'm trying not to ask him but my curiosity gets the better of me.
"Where we going now.?
A small smile graces his lips and he says.
"That was only part of it, now we are going somewhere else."
"Ok but where.? I ask him confused.
"Somewhere." He replies.
"The last time you said that I ended up in a chair for six hours getting tortured. So if you could tell me would be great." I ask sarcastically.
"That wasn't torcher most girls love that kind of shit."he tells me shrugging his shoulders.
"I thought we established I'm not like most girls."
I tell him lifting one finger. "That. was a horrible experience." before he can reply I quickly blurt out.
"Thanks for leaving me by the way."
A small smile plays his lips when he starts to talk.
"I had shit to do. It's not on my to do list to sit and listen to tho complain for six hours."
"I wouldn't have complained." I whine.
Turning his face towards me he lifts an eyebrow.
"okay maybe I would have complained." I agree.
" Are you going to tell me where we are going.?"
"Nope so stop asking and relax it won't take us long" he informs me. Catching my reflection in the car window I have to admit I look hot. I suppose it isn't that awful but it didn't need to take that long.
After a while, I turn the music down and say his name.
"yeah.?" he asks.
"if you ever do that to me again. I'll personally hold you down while I get someone to wax the shit out your balls okay.?"I say in a sweet voice battering my eyelashes at him.
Lucas throws his head back and gives a big belly laugh. A smile plays my lips. It's not often I hear him laugh like that. When he manages to calm down he gives me a side glance before saying.
" I'll keep that in mind Princess."
"Stop calling me that." I say with a roll of my eyes.
I turn the music back up and close my eyes waiting for us to arrive wherever we are going.