No, she thought. This would be fine. In fact, it was probably better that she keep the makeup light. The reflection in the mirror looked... fresh. Young. Almost innocent. That would go over very well with a certain type of crowd and clientele. Glancing over at the clock, she saw that she still had a bit of time before she needed to head to the club, plenty of time to look over the file and poke around at the life she'd be living for the next month.
Opening up the laptop on Lisa's desk, Lyzette keyed in the password from the file and started browsing. There wasn't much in her email, it was even free of the usual 'because you've ordered from us before, buy this now...' adverts. Her facebook account was another matter.
"Hmm... who's this Tom fellow?" Lyzette mused, clicking through messages.
Babe, I'm sorry about what I said before, I've been thinking about us a lot. I want you back, msg me so we can talk.
Then another one:
Babe, I spent some time on the field today playing a pick up game with Rick and Alex. I get it. I really do. Not having you cheering for me on the sidelines made me wonder why I was trying so hard. I caught this awesome pass, 60 yards of a hail mary that Rick threw and after bowling down that punk from Westside I turned to where you usually stand to smile and wave... you weren't there. I miss you babe.
And finally, the most recent one:
Hey babe, there's a party on Friday that Alex is throwing. It's just a bunch of the usual crew. Megan will be there. Call me, I want to pick you up and take you there. We don't have to do anything, just talk to me. I miss you.
Who was this sap? Lyzette wondered. Needy and self centered at the same time. Then again, it was high school. Curious, she clicked onto his page to take a look. "Wow," she breathed, flipping through page after page of Tom, usually shirtless, working out, hanging out at the beach, or otherwise looking handsome. "I wonder how far they've gone? I bet I could show him a thing or two. Hmm..."
Clicking on his most recent message, she typed a brief reply: I'm still not happy, but you can pick me up at 7:00 on friday. We can talk then. Lyzette wasn't quite sure yet what he'd done that had upset Lisa, but she wasn't about to let him get off easy. After all, she wanted him eager to make it up to her.
Penning a quick note to 'her' parents, Lyzette grabbed Lisa's cheer uniform and headed for her car.
High school cheerleader doing her first strip routine... the crowd would eat it up.
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