Heartless

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

I have never been one for girls night out.

But it is pretty hard to resist when the person taking you out is your best friend, with outstanding charisma and the charm of a crocodile.

"I swear, if you don't come with us, I'll tell your dad all about those missed hours of practice that you used to go study human anatomy with Gordy- you know, in a very practical way." Leah said over the phone.

"That's not fair! We were literally just studying! Plus I didn't even need more field experience, I have more than enough!"

"You know your dad won't care," she taunted and I could see the smirk she was probably sporting. "He just wants his little princess to be prepared for the big bad world."

I snorted at the word "princess". My father had never treated me like a princess -quite the opposite, actually.

"Alright, alright," I muttered in defeat. I did not want to confront my father; I wasn't afraid of much things, not when I knew about all the creatures that walked our Earth, but I would never in a billion years dare to cross my father. He was scarier than any ravenous vampire -even on a good day.

"I'll be there in ten minutes, baby. Be ready!"

I sighed as she hang up and threw my phone onto my unmade bed. I looked down at the oversized white tee and the sweatpants that I was rocking that afternoon and let out another lengthy sigh. 

The doorbell rang while I was pulling my wild, curly hair into a messy knot at the top of my head.

I ran to the door of my apartment and opened it wide, only to stand face to face with a pimped-up version of Leah, who scornfully eyed my outfit.

"You've got to be kidding me." 

"What?" I asked innocently.

"First, who the hell goes to a night-club wearing glasses?"

"Those are hipster glasses. They are cool. Trendy." I pushed the tortoise shell glasses up my nose.

"No. They are glasses. And what is this?" She pointed at my t-shirt. It was pretty simple, in plain black the only embellishment were the transparent short sleeves. "And jeans," she muttered. "Holy hell."

I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed heavily. "What do you want me to do?"

"Change." Leah raised the oversized purse she was carrying along with her clutch bag. "Knowing about your legendary lack of a fashion sense, I knew you'd pull off something like this. Now, where are your lenses? You are not wearing glasses."

"Oh hell no. Choose. It's either the glasses or the outfit," I said firmly.

She paused, staring at me for a long while, visibly waiting for me to back down. Finally, when I didn't flinch, she heaved a tortured sigh and thrust her purse at me. "The clothes are in there. Be quick, I'll do your make-up after."

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"You know, I'm pretty sure there are countries on this planet where it's forbidden to leave such potential unexploited. I mean, if I had your ass, I would wear skin-tight dresses and jeans all year round." 

I rolled my eyes. 

"You're lucky you still look cute in sweats." Leah added as she finished the thick line of eyeliner she'd been carefully drawing. Then she pulled back, admiring her work with a proud smile. "I made a woman out of you."

I stood up from my bed and blindly searched the messy covers for my glasses, before Leah could "acidentally" snap them in half. When I put them on, the world came into sharper focus and I shot myself a look at the mirror that was propped against one wall of my bedroom. I was wearing a skin tight black dress, short enough to be called indecent, with a heart neckline and see-through chiffon at the top, covering my collarbones.