What You Caused

84.

Chapter 84 | Booby dresses

Isabella:

Mia and Grace, unsurprisingly, had shown Lucas and I very little remorse as the two of us had trudged out of the paintballing warehouse on the verge of tears and in an immense amount of pain.

We had chastised Mia and Grace for the entirety of the car ride home whilst simultaneously wincing and groaning at every little jolt the car made during the drive. The two girls however, merely brushed us off and sent us to our respective homes for a short shower and change of outfits interval.

Lucas and I had complained and whined that all we wanted to do was lay in bed and ice pack our entire body but the stubborn girls refused to let us rest even for a moment.

"Hurry up," Mia yells from outside the bathroom door, knocking her knuckles against the wood in an irritating manner.

I shoot daggers at the closed door like she can see and finish towelling my hair dry before shoving my body into the dress Mia had picked out for me, not even taking a pause to look at her choice of outfit and cursing her out under my breath.

I don't think I've even washed the shampoo out of my hair properly, Mia had been yelling a countdown from outside the bathroom the whole time I had been washing myself, threatening to storm into the bathroom if I didn't 'hurry the fuck up' so instead of taking my sweet time and allowing the warmth of the water to soothe my sore muscles, I had been scrubbing myself like a crazy person.

Grace is supervising Lucas and ensuring he's also hurrying up with his showering and changing of outfits so that we're both clean and fresh for the next part of our date that begins in T-minus 15 minutes.

I throw the bathroom door open once I've haphazardly run a hairbrush through my wet hair and am met with Mia's hand raised as if she was about to knock against the door again.

On seeing me, she lets out a huff of breath, her eyes narrowing as if she's annoyed, like she even has the right to be annoyed at me as of this current moment.

I mirror her expression as she grabs my arm and begins harshly tugging me towards my room, disregarding all the bruises I've acquired from paintballing and probably adding more to my body herself from her harsh grip.

"You took fucking ages, we have 15 minutes to get your makeup on as well as do up your hair. Grace should be here in a minu-"

"I'M HERE!" A loud shout draws both of our attention's and I use the time to remove my wrist from Mia's vice grip and turn to look over my shoulder. We watch as Grace stumbles up the stairs, her face pink out of exertion and the huge hot pink folder almost slipping out of her arms.

"Lucas is just getting changed," she continues, panting from being out of breath, "he'll meet us in 15 minutes. I set about a trillion alarms on his phone as reminders."

"Great," Mia nods her head before gesturing to me. "Now it's time to deal with her."

Before I can even blink, both Grace and Mia have shoved me into my room and pushed me down onto my desk chair that's miraculously situated itself in the middle of my room.

Grace immediately begins to attack my hair with a blow drier as Mia grabs my make bag and all but throws it at my face.

"Hold that," she instructs me before she pulls out a makeup brush and my foundation and with a gleam in her eyes leans down and begins to smear it all over my face.