Jessica
Pilar has been so nice to me and she's been great at picking new outfits for me. I feel like I'm in an early-thousands movie, and I'm the main character going through a dramatic transformation.
I try different outfits and Pilar picks the one she doesn't think fits me, and the ones she loves for me. And I've been having fun ever since.
I never thought that I'd be wearing the clothes that have been picked for me at all. But these are going to be my new fits. I'm going to throw my old Mary Sue clothes out and I'm going to he replacing it with the new bold and badass outfits that Pilar is getting me.
It's funny how I know how to design clothes for others but I never wore the clothes that I created in my head.
That's simply what shyness does to you, it limits you, imagine creating amazing designs and it's loved by people but you are wearing boring ass clothes.
But not anymore. I feel like I've been reborn, I'm no longer the person I was, I'm a new Jessica, new and improved Jessica and it doesn't just come down to clothes but my hairstyle as well.
I've gotten the clothes, and I'm getting myself some braids. Look more African. My mom is from the Eastern part of Nigeria, and I've always wanted to be connected to her roots.
And I feel like with these braids I can achieve that.
But before I go to the salon to get my hair done I call Sofia to let her know that I'm alive and she was pissed but because she doesn't believe in anger as a lady she calms down and she talks to me like I'm her daughter and she's my mother.
That's how it's always been with her since we met. She would take care of me when I got sick and would console me when I'd cry about my mom.
She's a real one.
"Also, where did you get those moves from. You smacked that guy down to the ground where he belongs...not that I'm complaining. I loved it. But how?"
"I... I don't know I just sort of got pissed and it all happened so fast." I do know.
Sofia laughs. "And I loved it." And I'm taken aback by that statement. "I still don't think women should be fighting or showing any signs of violence. But still, you ate that girl."
I chuckle. "Thanks, Sof."
"So what are you up to?"
"I just went out with a friend."
"Who, Renee?"
"No?" I say sounding disgusted. No way am I going to be seeing Renee anytime soon. Everytime I even hear her name I feel like throwing up.
She's a traitor.
"You don't know her."
"Oh, okay then, well have fun."
"Thanks. Love you."
"Love you too." And I hang up, then I turn around to stare at the salon that's in front of me.
Wow, I'm actually going to do this, I'm actually going to be getting me some braids.
Whoa, okay then let's do this, I guess.
I walk in and the whole salon is filled with laughter. It seems like Pilar just made a joke.
She sees me, and her eyes grow wide.
"There she is, come on Jess don't be shy." I walk over to her and then she smiles at me. "Oh, I forgot. You can't be shy. Ha!"
I chuckle, then I roll my eyes. I love her sense of humour.
She leads me down the salon, and there stands a petite black woman who smiles at me.
"Fera, meet Jessica. Jessica meets Feranmi, she's from Nigeria." Pilar says, smiling.
I look at Fera, and her eyes glow a bright emerald green, but briefly.
Whoa, she's also a Nytheri.
"Nice to meet you." I shake her hand.
"Nice to meet you too." She says in a Nigerian accent. "I am going to turn you into an African queen." She says with a smile on her face. She seems more excited about this than I am.
I can't help but blush. I'm also excited because I've always wanted these braids, but I never thought I was confident enough to pull them off.
But now I am confident and I am bold and I do have the power to pull it off.
Mom would be so proud of me for doing this. She has always wanted me to braid my hair.
"Alrighty then let's make her look like an African Queen shall we?" Pilar says and Fera gestures for me to sit on the chair opposite a mirror.
Pilar slouches down next to me. "Miles is going to go mad when he sees you." She pats me on the back and then walks away.
What she said got me smiling at my reflection. Why, I already love the fact that Miles is going to love what he sees.
Oh my...
Hours pass by and Fera is done. I'm looking at myself in the mirror I almost burst into tears because when I look in the mirror all I see is mom. It's like she's alive and she's staring right back at me.
God, I miss her so much, I wish I could hug her and hold her and tell her that. But she's gone forever, and there's nothing I can do about it.
A scream brings me back to earth, and at first, I think something horrible has happened, but I look behind m,e and it's Pilar fan-girling over my hair.
I smile, blushing like a teenage girl because she's being hyped up by the popular girl.
"You look amazing, girl."
"Thank you!"
"And as always, you eat up every time." She says to Fera, who is also blushing.
I guess Pilar has that effect on people.
"Come on. Miles is home and he's going to love this." I let out a yelp and she pulls me away.
"Uh, thank you!" I say to Fera as Pilar drags me away from there. She's so energetic damn.
I haven't stopped looking at myself in the mirror since I rode to the penthouse. Is Miles going to love it?
"Yes, Miles is going to love it," Pilar says, admiring herself in the mirror. We're in an elevator going up to Miles' apartment.
I stand behind her with my eyes widened.
"You can read my mind, too?" I ask, and I thought Nytheris can't read each other's minds. At least that's what Miles told me.
"No no I can't read your mind I can only but read mannerisms and expressions." She turns to me. "And you my friend care what my brother thinks." She smiles and then looks back at the mirror.
I mean, of course, I care what he thinks. I would be lying if I said I didn't. Any girl would want to look good in front of him. He's so fucking hot.
Dare I say even hotter than Jeremy?
But hottness isn't the reason I became connected to Jeremy in the first place. I feel in love with his character and his personality.
The elevator doors open up and I'm expected to be greeted with Miles' handsome presence but I see him arguing with someone. Someone who looks like him but looks exactly like Pilar.
That must be Raina. Pilar's twin sister.
"Oh, here we go," Pilar says, shaking her head as she walks inside, and I just follow her.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Miles says to his sister.
"No you don't know what I'm talking about." Raina yells and she looks angry so does Miles. What could they be arguing about?
"You weren't supposed to bring her back to life. It's against the Nytheri law!"
Oh, now I know what they're talking about. They're talking about me.
"She's my mate, I was supposed to bring her back to life."
"Oh my God, brother, you can't be mates with a pathetic human!"
Pathetic? Damn.
"She's supposed to be dead. You should have left her dead!" Oh, okay, that hurt.
Pilar clears her throat. Both Miles and Raina look at her, and their eyes fall on me.
Miles' face drops because he can sense that this has annoyingly gotten to me.
"Jessica, wait she didn't—" I turn around to walk away, I drop the bags of clothes on the floor, and he follows me.
"Jessica, please."
"I need to be alone, Miles, just leave me!" I walk into the elevator, and the last thing I see is this disappointed look on his face at me. I look away from him.
We just met, and he already has these effects on my emotions. It's crazy.
It's nighttime and I'm walking on the streets. I'm going to be going home soon, but first I want to take a walk.
She is right, though. I'm not supposed to be alive. I cheated death. I'm not supposed to be here. I died because of my ex-best friend and boyfriend; maybe I should have stayed that way.
There's no rebirth, there's only cheating.
Something catches my eye as I walk down the streets, sad as hell. I think my supernatural eyes are open. At firs,t I think it's nocturn,es but this one is different because it's whispering my name.
Jessica
Jessica
Jessica.
And I have no choice but to follow the sound of the whisper.
The voice is so alluring, and it pulls me to its glamour. Have I been glamorised?
Am I in danger?
I don't think so.