AVA

CHAPTER 3-GIGI HADID

AVA'S POV

    I put on a pair of black jeans and a white chiffon blouse. I finished my shift at Chick-fil-a about four hours ago and Nate sends me a text informing me that he would be pick me by 8:30 pm, so I sit around after dressing up.

    I stare at my self in the mirror, I have no make up on and my hair isn't braided, straightened or curled. I sigh and pull out my make up bag from my drawer while checking the time; 8:14, sixteen minutes left.

    I open the bag, most of the contents are new. I bought them months ago for my aunt's wedding. I fish out the powder and dab some on my face with the puff. I choke on the excess that escapes into open mouth.

     I glance at myself through the mirror and shrug. Next I pull out some red eyeshadow and decide to use silver and black, I apply some and glance at my self again. I shrug. Fair. Definitely not Gigi Hadid but fair.

    I pull out some eyeliner and use some although my lines aren't straight, I manage to do both eyes and move on to mascara and then blush. I finish that and my phone beeps. A message from Nate.

NATE

I'M A FEW BLOCKS FROM UR HOUSE.

    I stand to leave but remember one thing- lipstick. I pull out red and fill my lips with the colour. I feel proud and stand straight eyeing myself in the mirror. I grab my purse, slip into a pair of black flats and head downstairs. Annalise is standing by the microwave warming something.

She looks up from her phone and stares at me covering her mouth in shock. "Holy, sh-"

The sound of Nate's car horn interrupts her. I don't have time to ask her whats wrong. So I leave the house and enter Nate's car.

"Hey!" I greet him as I enter the car looking down and struggling with my seat belt.

"Hey!" He replies. "Do you need help with that?" he asks referring to the seat belt.

"No thanks. I'm fine." I reply still looking down and struggling.

"Okay, you got it." He jokes before starting the car and pulling out the driveway.

    After some seconds of struggling the seat belt clicks. "Finally!" I let out smiling and looking up for the first time since I entered the car. I notice the mocking smile on Nate's face. "What? You didn't think I could do it huh?"

"Well not really. I-" He looks at me. "Holy shit!!!" He almost looses control of the wheel because of his sudden out burst.

"What the hell!!!" I equally yell as he almost hits the red car to our left.

"Y-y-your-your face." He stammers while trying to split his attention between me and the road.

"What's wrong with my face?" I ask scared.

    He doesn't say anything and points to the mirror between us. I take a look at myself. Nothing has changed from the room. I shrug "Whats wrong?"

    He gapes at me like I've just asked the most stupid question in the world. I feel embarrassed  and look for some wipes in my purse. I pull it out and begin to scrub my face aggressively with it, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I try to hold back my sobs but one escapes.

DAMN.

"Ava, are you okay?"He asks concerned and I nod trying to hide my face.

Nate places his right hand on my shoulder while he uses the other to drive. "I didn't mean to be rude. I'm so so-"