Free Uriel (The Hallowed Chronicles Book 1) by Angie Anomalous Page A

body. "You look great, honey. Going to a party?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm going to my friend Jenna's house soon so she can give me a... 'makeover.' Though, I'm not sure what to expect," I replied.
    "Girls tend to go nuts with makeup and hair, love. Nothing to worry about. But I want you to be careful, okay? Humans now tend to be a lot riskier than back then and the consequences can sometimes be... scarring."
    I didn't know what she meant, but I nodded anyway, my head snapping to the front door as the doorbell rang, chiming a song I could have sworn I heard before. Shaking my head, I walked to it and opened the door to Jenna's overly happy face. "Ready to make the boys drool over you?" she asked excitedly. Confused, I turned my head toward the kitchen where Nikita remained.
    "Wasn't I supposed to meet you at your house?" I asked.
    "Yeah, but I couldn't wait. Come on, this will be fun!"
    As we walked to her house, I was hung up on her first question. "What do you mean 'make the boys drool over me'?" I asked. She looked at me like I was crazy before laughing.
    "Duh, Uriel, we're going to make you look hot! Stunning, attractive... Make the boys want you," she replied.
    "Why would I want to make them want me?"
    "It's cute how you act like you're from a completely different world."
    "You don't even know half of it..."
    She didn't seem to realize how accurate she was, and I wasn't sure I wanted to go through with this makeover anymore. I didn't want boys gawking at me; I had other things I needed to worry about and one of those things included Jophiel and... Nick in the same area. I wasn't sure what Nick had said to make him angry, but with what I made of it, Jophiel was in the wrong, but something inside me said otherwise. If only I knew what that meant.

 
    Chapter Ten
     
    Jenna spent hours caking makeup over my face and no matter how much I whined and tried to get her to stop, she kept going, intent on turning my innocence into a more "adult-like" manner. We spoke several times as she worked on my face, drawing delicate lines across my eyes. My mind traveled to earlier this morning and the way she acted around Jophiel. She either liked him or something had happened between the two that kept her still clinging to hope that he would one day be more than just the boy walking down the halls, paying little mind to her. Curiosity bit at me and my heart began racing, afraid of what I might find if I pried. "So, you like Jophiel?" I asked plainly, masking all emotions from her radar. Her hand stopped over my eye, seeming to hesitate.
    "More than like," she said softly, continuing to apply the makeup. "I'm head over heels for him," she finished.
    "So you guys never did anything?"
    "No, which sucks. He rejected me when I tried asking him out... Said he was waiting for a special person to enter his life."
    My heart dropped. We were discussing the word 'love,' something I knew little to nothing about and she had me wondering what the symptoms of love were. She went on and on about the feeling of a connection, the fact that you can't stop smiling when they are near, the feeling of safety around them, and what she called 'butterflies.' I was trying to think back to the sensations I had felt around him and only came to one conclusion; he made me feel weird... Different. So maybe it was just my human brain and emotions hoping for some mortality in this immortal world I lived in. Sighing, I let her finish up, curtaining her body away so I could view what she had done to my face. As my eyes connected with the me on the other side of the glass, my breath caught in my throat. My hazel eyes were bright against the dark lines of eyeliner while the mascara curled my eyelashes up over my eyes. The pale skin on my face seemed flawless and my lips were dashed with a light, glossy pink. "I look... different," I said, unable to form any other words. "No, you look gorgeous," Jenna replied, coming around behind to touch my hair. "Your hair is too perfect to