I am not the girl that boys want to date.
I am the girl that is fun to hang out with for a week until he finds someone better.
I am the girl that a boy will text nonstop but then will be ditched when it comes to hanging out.
I am the girl that will give a guy everything but is not good enough to meet his family.
I am the girl that gets the “you up?” text, but never the good morning text.
I am the girl that is fun to go out and drink with at night but is never good enough to take to breakfast.
It’s never really bothered me that no boy has taken that much interest in me. I’ve always been too busy trying to be the perfect child for my mom. I always stayed out of trouble, got straight A’s in high school, avoided teen pregnancy and then I went to college because that was what everyone was supposed to do right?
I was raised by a single mom who got pregnant with me at such a young age and I think that’s why I stayed out of trouble. My mom already struggled enough as it was and I wasn’t going to make life harder than it already had been for her.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a saint by any means. In high school, I would occasionally go to parties and drink with my friends. I would try to talk to guys, but they ended up being more interested in my friends. I only had one brief relationship in high school and I eventually lost my virginity to him. The relationship was really bland and the sex was nothing that was memorable. I ended it because I couldn’t see the point in dating a guy that I could never see a future with.
Once I went to college, I met my best friend. It was my first day of freshman year, I was sitting alone in my psychology class, and in comes a bubbly blonde that had all the attention on her as soon as she walked into the room. For some reason, she decided to sit down in the seat next to me.
Of course, me being my annoyingly shy self, I didn’t say a word to her when she first sat down. She asked if I had an extra pen and I handed her the one that I was using. She gave me a beautiful smile with her perfect teeth and said, “Hi, I’m Olivia. You’re a freaking lifesaver.”
At the end of the class, she got up and asked if I wanted to go get something to eat. I agreed and from then on we were inseparable.
I would have never guessed that Olivia and I would become best friends since we are complete opposites in every way possible.
Maybe because opposites attract or however that saying goes.
And when I say we are opposite in every way possible, I mean literally from the way we look to our love life. Liv is the type of girl that never stays with one guy for too long. She loves the attention that boys give her and trust me, she doesn’t have to try. She always takes what she wants out of life, especially men. I can’t even talk to a guy that I like because they always end up asking me questions about Olivia.
I can’t blame them though, she’s beautiful on the inside and out.
She is the girl I wish I was more like. Olivia pushes me to do new things that I would normally never do, and I try to tame the spitfire that she is. We somehow balance each other.
“Brinley get your ass up!” Olivia yells while throwing my bedroom door open.
I internally groan while pulling my blanket over my head, hoping she will disappear.
She rips the blanket off my bed. “Get ready now, we are going out tonight. There is a motocross race and you know what that means...hot ass boys everywhere.” I stare up at the ceiling, avoiding looking at her. I know as soon as I do, she’ll give me puppy dog eyes that I’m no match for. I’m not in the mood to watch guys throw themselves at her all night while I just stand there awkwardly.
Most nights always end the same, Olivia’s lips are locked with a gorgeous guy and I’m just sitting there with a drink in my hand, alone. Liv has good intentions, she tries to be a wing woman for me and help me scope out boys, but that’s just not who I am. I would rather be in my bed watching Netflix and eating pizza by myself.
“C’mon,” she drags out with a pout. “You need to live a little and quit being so scared.”
“No don’t make me,” I whine, already knowing I’m not going to win this fight.
“You are coming. I am sick of you laying around expecting life to happen to you. You know what you need..." She pauses while looking at me as if I’m going to answer.
“TO GET LAID. You are so uptight” she says with a smirk. I roll my eyes.
“It’s not a choice, you’re going.” She sing songs while walking out of the room. “Get ready!” she yells from outside the room.
Sometimes I regret deciding to live with Liv. She is always wanting to go out and force me to hang out and find myself a nice boy. We’ve been living together for the last 4 years. We did the college thing together for a year. She helped me break out of my shell and by the end of our year together we were never apart for longer than a day and decided it was time to live together. At the end of my first year of college, I was so depressed and couldn’t stand being in school.
With Liv’s encouragement and help, I finally got the courage to break the news to my mom to let her know that I was dropping out of college to become a makeup artist.
Let’s just say my mom was pissed and told me that she was afraid that I would end up relying on a man since I wasn’t getting a college degree. She kept going on and on saying that becoming a makeup artist was a big risk because it’s not a job that makes enough money to live on and I’ll eventually meet someone that makes more money than me and then I would have to rely on that person. Honestly, my mom just doesn’t trust men. Probably because there were issues with my dad, but she won’t give me all the details.
All I know is that my dad has not once been in my life and I truly think that broke my mom’s heart and made her a little bit cold when it came to me making decisions about my future. My mom said that they met at a party during her senior year of high school. It was a drunken night at some high school party that ended with her becoming pregnant. She told me that she never got the chance to tell him she was pregnant because that was the first night she met the guy and she didn’t know him at all and never saw him after that night to let him know.
Even though I didn’t have a dad in my life, I had an amazing mom that played both roles. I had an amazing, happy childhood like any other child. Maybe even better.
In the end, after lots of tears, she was okay with me following my passion. The only condition my mom gave me with her approval of quitting college, was that I couldn’t be tied down by a boy or become pregnant until I was financially stable on my own.
Ha like I could be tied down by a boy. It would take a guy to actually be interested in me.
Anyways, I immediately got a job doing makeup at a cute little salon. After two years of working there, I built enough clientele to quit and work for myself as a freelance makeup artist. I make enough to live comfortably and my business is slowly getting bigger and bigger by the day.
“You almost ready?” Olivia yells, breaking me away from my thoughts.
I grab my favorite pair of jeans that make my ass look nice and a black long sleeve crop shirt. I pair it with my black and white vans. Simple but cute.
“I need you to do my makeup for me!” Olivia yells from outside my room. When she walks in she is wearing tight jean shorts and I mean short, as in I can see the bottom of her ass short. She paired it with a black tank top that shows off her tits and a black and blue flannel thrown over it.
“Sit down and let me do your makeup,” I tell Olivia. It takes me about twenty minutes and then we are ready to go.
“I’m driving. I don’t want to be stuck there if you decide to ride one of the riders,” I laugh.
She looks at me and smiles. “Let’s get drunk and have a good time. Maybe a make-out session here or there. Nothing too wild. Tonight is your night, I can feel it.”
I roll my eyes and grab my keys.