Chapter 6: Are you ready to look like a real beauty bitch.
"We should team up and do each other's revenge," Hannah stated, looking at Stephen, who just laughed, but the firm expression on Hannah's face gave the clear impression that she was serious.
Stephen looked at her in disbelief. "Oh, you're serious? Absolutely not," Stephen said, looking at Hannah and wondering what was going on in her mind.
Hannah looked at her. "Why?"
Stephen looked down on the ground. "I'm not... I can't do revenge. I mean, is 'do revenge' even like correct grammar?"
Hannah sighed. "Oh, I'm sorry! Schoolhouse Rock. Are you dragging my sentence structure right now?"
"Uh, we could get caught," Stephen said in an obvious tone.
"And not only that, we could not graduate, or we could get expelled."
Hannah smiled. "We won't get caught. That's the whole point. No one knows we know each other, right? So no one will connect us to them, to each other." She looked at herself, amused. "It's literally perfect," Hannah said in an assuring tone.
She smiled at her. "With my brains and your... blank slate, we can get away with this."
She looked at her. "Don't you wanna make her pay?" Hannah said, looking at Stephen, hoping to get a positive answer.
Stephen looked at her boldly. "I don't want to make her pay. I want to burn her to the ground."
"Woah," Hannah laughed. "That gave me chills."
She showed her hands. "See? My hand hairs are up!" Stephen looked at her hands, speechless.
"You're like giving off some serious, like, Gleaming Close in Fatal Attraction energy," Hannah said, looking at her surprisingly.
Stephen smirked. "'Gleaming Close' energy?"
Hannah smiled. "Yes! You're like radiating 'Gleaming Close' energy right now!"
Stephen smiled happily.
Hannah looked at her up and down. "But if we are going to make this work..."
Hannah gently held her hand and dragged her to the mirror. "We have to fix this," she stated, looking at Stephen's current combination in disbelief.
Stephen sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. "I really don't want to," Stephen said, still looking at her reflection.
"We have to do..." Hannah then turned Stephen to face her. Hannah's blue eyes went down, making sure to keep her charming aura. "A makeover!"
Stephen looked at her, about to refuse, but the look Hannah gave her at that moment made her reconsider. Stephen smiled. "Yay! A makeover!"
Hannah held her hand as she jumped happily. "Yay!"
Stephen looked at her. "It feels so problematic..."
Hannah smiled. "Yes, but it's fun."
"Let's start with Priea. She'll be a cinch. I can ruin her in my sleep," Hannah said, placing her eyeglasses on her forehead. Today, she'd gone with a crop top and baggy trousers. Stephen nodded her head in agreement as she walked by her side.
Stephen looked at her. "What about NK?" she said, having put on a casual dress – just a top and bum shorts. After a few thoughtful moments, it hit her. She looked at Hannah. "Why would Priea be easy?"
Hannah scoffed. "Oh, honey, it is easier to destroy a girl." Then they entered a clothing and makeup store.
Hannah turned to her. "Take your pick. Slut-shame her or turn her friends against her."
Hannah and Stephen walked into a clothing store. It was quite huge, with different dresses to try on. "Prey on her vanity, turn her into a troll, exploit their darkest secrets," Hannah said while placing various dresses in front of Stephen to see if they would look nice on her. When one fit well, she gave it to Stephen, who just collected and seemed to absorb what Hannah was saying.
"Oh, and make her radioactive, and no one will help her." Stephen nodded as she picked up a black t-shirt. She looked at it; she loved it. Then she showed it to Hannah. "I actually really like this."
Hannah looked at the t-shirt. "Absolutely not," she said as she collected it from Stephen and placed it back on the rack.
Then she picked up another dress and gave it to her. "This is better." Stephen looked at her as Hannah walked to where the makeup was kept. Stephen couldn't help but smile.
"It just so happens that I have to do mandatory community service this year," Hannah said, picking up a lipstick and handing it over to Stephen, "as penance for punching NK."
Hannah gave Stephen an eyeliner. "I already emailed the headmaster and requested the school farm, which is run by Priea," she said, turning to the makeup stand.
It was very big; lots of makeup was placed on top of the table. Stephen just looked at it in shock. She turned to Hannah. "Am I actually going to put on all this?"
Hannah smiled. "I know, they're small, right? Don't worry, we can get more if you're not okay with this."
Stephen sighed in disbelief at what she was hearing.
She just stood in front of Stephen while the hairstylist attended to her. Hannah looked at Stephen with a smile. "One thing you need to know is that dudes, that's another story."
A woman stood behind Stephen while Hannah stood in front of her. She gently looked at Stephen. "For girls, our bodies, our choices, our thoughts are all policed by shame. Our weaknesses are their strengths. If you listen to all their wishes and follow their demands on when to keep quiet, talk, dress, how to react to them," Hannah said, looking at her.
"If they can control us, they're crushing it, but if we follow them, we're sluts. If they're angry, they're powerful," Hannah said, looking at Stephen.
"But if we show any emotion... we're hysterical!" Hannah yelled.
"Hey ladies, indoor voices, please," a woman said. Hannah looked at Stephen in conclusion to what she had said.
Stephen looked at the mirror, seeing the hairstylist measuring where she would be cutting her hair.
"Wait, how much am I cutting?" she turned to Hannah, who just smiled awkwardly, then showed her hand, pressing her fingers close together. "Little," she said above a whisper.
Snip! The scissors had been used on Stephen's hair. Her eyes followed her hair as it fell to the ground, giving her a cute short haircut. Then the hairstylist dyed her hair deep brown, which brought out her brown eyes.
"If men in general are hard to take down, NK is patriarchy incarnate," Hannah said while sewing a dress. "The ultimate maniac pixie dream boy. NK has a meticulously curated persona," Hannah stated.
She looked at Stephen, who just sat there, listening to every detail. "Sara's High is an orchestra, and NK is its conductor."
"Everyone loves him, which means he can get away with anything," Hannah said while trying to adjust the dress she was sewing, then handed it over to Stephen.
"And I want to expose him," Hannah said while gently applying lipstick to Stephen's lips. She used red to brighten her face and bring out her brown eyes.
"And to do that, we need undeniable proof that he is a hypocrite, a fake woke misogynist motherfucker," Hannah said while trying to adjust Stephen's eyeliner.
"And if we can accomplish that, he's done," she said while asking Stephen to put her mouth on a handkerchief to remove excess lipstick.
Hannah looked at her. "Common, blot." Stephen gently pressed her lips together, then Hannah removed the tissue.
She smiled as Stephen looked at the mirror. "You look gorgeous! It's like I'm sending my daughter to college," Hannah smiled with confidence.
Hannah looked at her. "You are now, forevermore, the coolest, most mysterious student in Sara's High."
"I'm like Frankenstein, and you're like Frankenstein's bad bitch." Stephen looked at herself in the mirror. She was putting on the school uniform but in a more attractive way: a mini skirt, a white t-shirt, then a suit, and then a purple beret. All her clothes were purple.
Her now brown hair appreciated the beret, while her red lips complimented her uniform. Her shoes, extra high, made her taller than she already was. Stephen tried to adjust her skirt down, but Hannah gently batted her hand away.
Hannah groaned as she looked at her confidently. "And now your new status is high-status count."