Chapter 32: Make up

(A/N: Please read the author's note at the end of the chapter. I have an important message to share with you guys)



"Just so you know, you look even more stupid in that apron" I acknowledged while munching on m&ms.

He stared down at the white apron, pulling out the edges and displaying the red uneven hearts plastered on it. "You know I made this, right?"

"Still stupid"

"I'm not taking it off, okay? Deal with it"

"Yeah, whatever."

He huffed and turned around, resuming his duty as my personal chef and in the process, flexing his butt.

Yeah, I know, it's weird to stare at things like that but trust me, I found it difficult to look away.

I mean, it had such a muscular structure and it only seemed to look better in jeans.

More defined, yeah, that's the word.

He had a defined butt.

"Hey! You're staring at my butt!"

"What butt?" I denied, then the world, one again, went totally against me and I stared at it once more.

Come on, it's not my fault.

"My butt"

"What makes you think I would even stare at your butt?"

"Um duh, cause it's so beautiful. My days of butt workout is finally paying off. You know, it's pretty rare to find a butt as perfect as mine c_"

"I don't wanna hear anything about your butt, okay?"

"Yeah right" He rolled his eyes "Oh, there's this time I wore a butt_"

"I said I don't wanna hear it!"

"Fine. Geez Cupcake, it's not my fault you have an issue with butts"

I squealed when he placed two plates on the countertop, jumping off and taking a seat.

Yay! Food!

The aroma filled my nostrils and sight of steak on the white plate made my mouth water. I wrapped my fingers around the cold folk and knife then used the fork to get rid of the lemon and stuff on it.

I took a bite of the juicy beef, closing my eyes and sighing at the deliciousness.

Dylan took a seat in front of me and pulled his plate closer to him.



"We're going to Africa tomorrow morning"



"What?"

"Nigeria to be precise. A business partner is having a party and I can't miss it." He made it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"How does that have to do with me?"

"I need you to accompany me" He paused and gave me a weird grin "You know I can't spend a day without seeing my cute little cupcake"

He extended his hand to pinch my cheek but before it got close to me, I slapped it away "I have chemistry test tomorrow. Besides, you can always take your girlfriend"

"I don't have a girlfriend Cupcake"

"Um, Cassandra"

"Cassandra isn't my girlfriend"

"Oh yeah, she's your sex buddy"

He suddenly dropped his cutlery and gave me a look that said we're-over-this.

"Sorry"

We ate in silence after.

He didn't say a word, neither did I.



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Guilt.

I felt guilty and it was eating me up as seconds passed. I tossed and turned in bed, trying to get sleep but all my effort were useless.

My eyes would snap open the moment I realize how much guilt I was in.

Dylan wasn't the type to stay quiet for a long time. Talking was his thing and keeping his mouth shut for so long was freaking me out.

As if that wasn't enough, he had been tapping away on his phone for minutes.

Long deafening minutes.

I didn't understand why his relationship with Cassandra made him so mad. All I did was to give him a better option since I had chemistry test the next day. I mean, Cassandra would run into his arms and gladly accept the offer without hesitating.


I think I made a mistake when I used the term sex buddies to classify their relationship.

I just didn't understand why he took it so personal or got so mad about it.

I'd spent minutes leaning against his door and he wasn't even acknowledging my presence or saying stupid stuff like usual.

Plan A

I ran towards his bed and jumped on it as an effort to make him give me a glance at least but guess what?

He didn't.

Plan B

Since he derived so much satisfaction from pinching my cheeks, I extended my hand to pinch his.

The cheek felt soft beneath my finger and his skin smooth. For the love of satisfaction, I pinched it again and again and again and again_

"Stop it"



"I'm sorry Dylan, I didn't mean for you to get so mad"

He sighed and stared at me for few seconds, trying his best to not smile and failing miserably.

"It hurts to see you think I only mess around with girls"

"I'm sorry" I whispered "Appreciate this moment, you might never see it again"

"If you want to end this silent treatment and earn my forgiveness, you, Diana Cupcake, shall agree with my terms and conditions"

This is gonna be a long long day.

"What are terms and conditions" I asked in a bored tone "I'm not gonna let you have my bed"

"Shut up, you're ruining the moment" He said "First, you have to agree to visit Nigeria with me"

"Yeah whatever, is it just th_"

"And" He cut me off "You'll have to do one more thing"

"I'm gonna hate it, wouldn't I?"

"Most probably"

He jumped off the bed looking all giddy like a kid given candy for the first time. He walked, more of hopped, to his table and pulled out a chair which I assumed was meant to be for me.

I didn't need Einstein to tell me whatever he was planning to do would either make me look or feel stupid.

Either ways, I wasn't going to appreciate it.

"Come on, Cupcake. We still have packing to do later"

I sighed and hopped off the bed, heading towards the chair and taking a seat before the mirror.

He squealed and said some things I couldn't comprehend before pulling open the drawers.

I squinted my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly.

"You have make up in here?"

"Only for the good reasons"

"What good reasons?" I asked "You're a boy, you do not need make up"

"To you I don't"

"Wait, do you use make up to school"

"Of course not. This flawless face is natural"

"Then why the hell do you keep make up in here?"

"Because I can, okay? And this is about you, not me. Do not change the topic" He said, raising his index finger in the air "I'm gonna try make up on you_"

"No"

"I've been watching a lot of YouTube videos by James Charles so I'm gonna attempt one on you today"

"Have you ever done this before?"

"No and that's why I'm trying"

"Why can't you use your face instead?"

"Because you're the one owing me an apology"

"Are you experienced?"

"No"

"Have you tried it before?"

"No"

"Do you know anything about make up?"

"No"

"So let me get this right. You have literally no idea about how each product is used?"

"Yeah"

"Dylan" I said pulling my face away before she got the chance to spray it with rosewater "You're gonna make me look all stupid"

"One more question or word against my love for make up and I wouldn't talk to you for a whole year"

I groaned in annoyance, watching him as he crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the ground like a woman, hoping he would change his mind.

He didn't look like he would so I plopped down and got the consequences of agreeing to his conditions.

"Good"

He held out the bottle of rosewater. Closing my eyes, I felt the warm liquid hit my skin and form a layer on it.

He proceeded to pull out a case of more brushes than I'd ever seen in my life. He took out a large one and got a bottle of concealer before pressing the top and applying way too much on the brush.

I braced myself as the brush hit my cheek, feeling a large amount of it smear my skin.

He applied it all over my face, including my neck and collarbone.

Glancing at the mirror, my face was a darker shade than my hand. First, he used a concealer that was meant for a dark skinned person and second, my eyebrows we're completely covered.

Keeping in my urge to correct him, I watched him take a James Charles eyeshadow palette and used the same brush he used for the concealer. He stained the black shiny plastic and smeared some of the excessive concealer on the brown eyeshadow.

"Dylan don't you thi_"

He smeared it all on my cheekbones and applied some on my eyelids.

He used the same brush, once again, on a red lipstick and applied it to my lips.

I knew it wasn't going to be good so at the end, when I saw the clown replica of myself in the mirror, I wasn't so dramatic about it.

"I don't get it" He said in confusion "I thought it was meant to make you look good"

"Well, did it?"

"Don't be a drama queen, it's not that bad"

"You have five seconds"

He sprinted out of the room before I started counting.





AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hello my dear butterflies.

First, this might be the last chapter I'm ever gonna upload because my editor hasn't replied to me in weeks and I'm guessing something bad has happened or something. It gets very frustrating I can't trust my editor to at least reply me. This has been going on for weeks so if I publish a chapter after this, it means it'll be resolved and if I don't, kindly reach out to me through my email and I'll share the remaining chapters with you.

I'm sorry about the excessive use of James Charles in this chapter. I'm just a huge fan of him.

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