5.

The makeup products aren't where they should be, the foundation has been applied in abundance mixed with white eyeshadow, leaving me very pale, the matte red lipstick is stuck to my face, making a crooked curve on my face, and the tip of my nose has been painted with red lipstick around my lips and on top of my eyebrows, black eyeshadow has been inserted on my eyelids and below my eyes.

Take a deep breath and don't freak out, stay calm Emily!

“Dylan, you're paying me!”

I come out of the bathroom and see him running past the bedroom door, but I chase after him, I almost fall down the stairs, but I manage to make it to the second floor in one piece, coming across my mother drinking coffee, he goes behind my mother, she spits out the coffee she was drinking and starts laughing when she sees me.

I'm seriously thinking of changing my mother.

“What happened?” I hear my mother's voice try to sound serious, but her tone ends up sounding as if she's holding back laughter.

“That mangy man broke into my room and went through my makeup kit to do this to me!” I point to my face, trying not to get even more upset.

“You look so beautiful, I'm a great artist, you can unveil your new look at school today.”

“The only person who's going to inaugurate anything is you, the purple bruises I'm going to have the pleasure of giving you.”

“Calm down, Little Wolf.” He smiles, showing his dimples.

For a fraction of a second, I end up diverting my attention to his smile, but then I try to turn my attention back to the anger I'm feeling towards him, which doesn't work very well.

I remember that when we were children the only thing I admired about him was his smile, which was always accompanied by two dimples on his cheeks. Sometimes I was so mesmerized that I would end up laughing along with him when I saw his laugh, even if it was cocky or provocative, it was beautiful, and I have to admit it still is, but he was such an idiot that he would always tease me when he saw me looking at him, making all the charm disappear.

His face is angelic, with his tanned skin, his full lips that aren't too wide, his emerald green eyes that go perfectly with his dark blonde hair, and when he smiles he looks even more beautiful. But of course, I'll never admit it out loud.

“I can see drool dripping from the corner,” I snap out of my thoughts at Dylan's voice.

“Don't kid yourself!”

“I know I'm beautiful, you can admire me and I won't complain!”

He started to move closer to me, only this time it was different, when he got close enough to me, I gave him a knee right in the most sensitive part of a man's body.

“Oh fuck, that hurt like hell, that was a low blow, Emilly.” He crouches on the floor, groaning in pain.

“You'd better not get so close to me if you don't want to take another one of those!”

“I think it's going to be difficult, I like your presence so much!” Even though he was still groaning in pain, he managed to use his irony.

“I'm still here!” I hear my mother's voice and turn to her. “And Dylan, don't touch Emi's makeup, you can't mess with makeup!”

“And from today I'm going to make sure you don't come into my room!” I say, now looking in Dylan's direction.

“Of course, I'm not going in there anymore!” I raise one of my eyebrows at the audacity behind his words.

“Dylan, as much as some of the (jokes) you have with each other are a bit funny, don't invade her personal space. No going into Emi's room and going through her things!” I smile slightly at my mother's words and start walking towards the stairs.

But my frown returns as I go up the steps because it will be a chore to get it all out of my face and hair, as I still have to go to school.

I slow down my steps, as does Iza beside me, as we get even closer to the soccer field, where the game is about to start and we still don't have a seat in the stands so we can watch our school team play, but I blame this on our hunger that struck while we were on the way to school, which resulted in both of us forgetting the time and rushing to make sure we didn't miss the start of the game as soon as we looked at our cell phones.

I blink a few times, looking at the huge field where the cheerleaders are in their positions to start singing and dancing, something that is not for me, if I were there, I'd ruin the choreography by tripping or forgetting the lyrics to the team's pep song, not to mention that it makes me sick to think about being part of it all.

“I can't wait to see Stefan play, he's so hot on the pitch,” Iza says with a passionate smile on her face.

“Unnecessary information!” I look away from her, making a disgruntled expression, just to annoy her.

“You say that because you didn't see that boy without any clothes on!”

“Now that was unnecessary information!” I say, trying to get the image of Stefan without his clothes off my mind.

Fucking fertile imagination!

“But to change the subject. Aren't you excited to watch the match?”

“No?”

“Get excited, girl!” she shakes me lightly and I end up laughing at her action.

“But I don't know anything about matches, I hardly ever go when there is one!”

“Relax, I'll tell you who's losing or winning.”

“I'm not that dumb, I know that!”

“Then pay attention to the boys competing against our school, they're beautiful!”

Is she rooting for our school's team or the opposing team?

“But the worst thing is that you're right!” I can't lie, they are beautiful.

“I think so too, the captain of the team, wow!” she raises her hand and pretends to be shaking.

“What team captain?” I hear Stefan's voice, now that I want to see the circus on fire.

Not that I like watching bullshit, far be it from me!

“Oh love, I was just saying that the opposing team's captain is up to no good, you're going to win by a long shot.”

Well, not even a little fight?

“Cheer for me, I'll meet you later!” he kisses Iza and runs off to the pitch.

We walked faster to the stands, looking around us, trying to find an empty seat among the many people sitting there.

“There, we can squeeze in a bit, or sit on each other's laps if it's too tight!” Iza points to a single space between two senior girls.

“We'll just have to sit on each other's laps, when one gets tired we'll revise,” I said to her as we climbed the steps.