The best way to cure self-inflicted pain? Go back to routine. Starting with the monthly trip to the nail salon with my best friend Dinah "What's it gonna be this time, hon?" "Dark red."
Ahem... Jean Grey. I used a cheap color last time and got a disproving look from Missy when she saw it. Gosh, it's not like I can shit out eighty bucks every month.
I mean, I give the impression I'm pretty loaded. Like I've got a million bucks shoved down my bra everywhere I go, but truth is, Mom and Dad, work their butts off for half a paycheck. They don't ever complain about it, and so I try not to be the bitching teenager who begs them for money all the time. They don't know about the clubs, but the cleavage is my ticket in any way. As for the alcohol-whenever I do drink-someone usually pays for me. Again, thank you cleavage! Who knew, right?
But the salon? Yup, I gotta save up for this stuff. Image people, image. Clicking my tongue as I wait, I try not to think about Sofia who has been up locked in her room. She hasn't talked to me since the hospital. I've tried to make amends, but really, shouldn't she be the one groveling for my forgiveness? The more I think about it the more upset I get. I'm tempted to turn my head to the side and slap my ear to get rid of the train of thought.
Dinah swivels around in her chair, texting her latest boy toy. She giggles every time the phone vibrates. "Is he taking you to the club tonight?" She nods and continues to clack away on her keyboard. "Hey!" I kick her hard in the shin. "Geez, what?" She laughs and rubs her leg as she tucks her phone away.
"Girls' day, remember?" Dinah is usually good at the girl stuff, but today she totally sucks at it. "Okay, okay. Sorry, Walz." She rolls her eyes and throws me a huge grin. "You know how it is, though. New guy and all." Gosh, I thought she'd be used to the new flame crap since she has a new boyfriend about as often as she changes nail polish. Dinah's one of those girls who is gorgeous and nice... most of the time. I mean, she's nice to your face, but the second you piss her off, she's firing off nasty crap all around school. Like the rest of us, I guess.
"Alrighty, here we go." I close my eyes and let her go to work. The process has become so natural I don't feel anything anymore. After a good fifteen minutes, Missy leads me to the dryer and hands me a few magazines.
"I'll come check on you in a few minutes." I won't open the magazines. Unless one of them is an Entertainment Weekly on the next Avengers movie, then I may take a peek. That's okay to look at in public because that movie is all the rage right now, but if anyone found out I dissect it to death, researching the characteristics of the actors picked to portray each superhero to make sure they got the casting right... yeah, that'll be curtains down on Popular Camila. And of course, the only magazines they have are ones I only pretend to be interested in.
Dinah's now getting done up herself. Damn girl is perfect. Nice rack, pretty face, skinny waist, and long blonde hair. Like Galadriel from Lord of the Rings.
I yank out my cell in the side pocket of my snug jeans and slide it open to a text. From Austin. I miss u. Gag me. He really needs to take the implied breakup hint. I don't want to ever see that jackass ever again. I blow up my cheeks and let the air come out slowly as my fingers fly across my keyboard.
Stay the hell away from me. There, if he doesn't get the hint from that, he's an idiot.My phone buzzes. Bitch. Nope, not an idiot. Just a horny prick. Things have never been that way with any guy ever. And I don't want him to look at me, or touch me, or anything. If he tries it again he's losing a testicle.
Hands are suddenly on my shoulders and I jump back in the seat. Missy giggles. "Sorry, hon, I didn't mean to scare you." I clutch my chest and try to laugh it off. "Looks like you'll need a few more minutes," she says prodding my nails. She plops the dryer back over my hands and smiles. "I'll make sure to wave in front of your face or something when I come back."

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