So not what I wanted, I can go back to that, but some crazy part of me actually wants Kales attention and I’m positive that I won’t get any of that in my old clothes, thus far I remained some what myself by leaving my hair up at all times. No one has seen me in any other do but with a tight bun firmly planted at the top of my head.
Other than that I am a completely changed woman. Wearing jeans that actually fit and cute tops with matching shoes.
Somewhere along the road the girl who has always been afraid of the world and ashamed of herself has disappeared leaving a woman who can now look someone in the eye without having to break eye contact. I’m not confident, that would certainly be an incorrect description of myself, but I no longer have to battle with the inner hatred of myself that was once there, and it feels good, I can look myself in the mirror and not hate what I am.
But I still can’t believe that there are so many guys interested in me, is it because they feel that my bloodline will become so powerful.
After school while walking home Titus came up to me.
“Laya, I was wondering if I could hang out with you in the evening.” He asks though he isn’t being the normal cocky ass that he always is.