CECELIA- THROW THEM BOWS

[SOPHIA ELISE COOPER]

we about to throw them bows

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Sophia Cooper slammed the door of her car shut, pressing down on her keys to lock it. Listening for the familiar beep, it soon filled the air and alerted her that her car was safe. Readjusting her bag on her shoulder, Sophia began up the familiar street, taking in everything as she passed. No matter how many times Soph walked these streets, she still managed to stay highly observant. She enjoyed seeing all of the different people, all of the new stores, the general atmosphere of her environment. The simplest of things really could amuse her. Nearing the beauty salon, Soph popped on her usually friendly smile and pushed her way through the doors.

Instantly her senses were bombarded. The smell of beauty products with the distinct scent of coconut, the chattering of other girls and colour galore. Her eyes drifted to the stand of nail polishes instantly, her mind already racking over what she wanted. The beauty salon was a popular one amongst most females on campus. Every girl needed to be pampered once in awhile and with a bunch of sororities around, the salon was usually pretty busy. Sophia never felt the need to make an appointment though. Regardless of the wait, the women that worked there always made the time for her. Yes, she was a good client but Sophia was actually rather nice to them. It would be weird if she didn't get to know them wouldn't it? They were usually touching her feet or her hands.

"Hey Abbey" Sophia smiled at the pretty brunette behind the counter who smiled back brilliantly. A few minutes of friendly chatter and Sophia was rushed to a station and ready for a little relaxation. She'd had classes all morning so she deserved a little time to herself. As long as she had her phone, everyone could reach her so any business could be handled during her manicure and pedicure. It wasn't often she took time out. If she had an event coming up, ofcourse she took the time to look good but she never did things just because she could. This was her chance to just relax and not think about anything else.

Sitting down, her feet were placed into the warm bubbly water and Soph snuggled into her chair comfortably. "Just pink polish for my toes and a french manicure for the hands" Soph smiled at her usual girl. Despite how many times she'd been there, Sophia still wasn't entirely comfortable with people waiting on her. It always made her feel rude and she often offered to do things the staff were actually paid to do for her. That was just how she was raised however, luxury had never been at anyone elses expense. Sophia picked up a copy of Vogue and started flipping through the pages in an attempt to entertain herself. As she flicked she kept up a decent, light conversation with Abbey, asking her about her own life and making comments. "Oh the fundraiser was amazing. We raised about $10,000" Sophia beamed when asked about the Zeta's last fundraiser.

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[CECELIA AVA VILLENEUVE]

Cecelia tugged at the ends of her hair and grimaced. Split ends drove her utterly mad. She had made an appointment a week ago, but the woman hadn’t been able to get her in until today. The one thing she hated more than having someone do something wrong, was having them do it slowly. The girl had been totally clueless about the whole thing. It had taken literally ten minutes for Celia’s appointment to be made and documented. It seriously ticked her off. She didn’t know if the girl was new, or just incompetent, but it was beyond annoying. Cecelia was used to snapping her perfectly manicured fingers and seeing people rush to do whatever she needed done. Next time, she would make one of the pledges book her appointment. It would save her the hassle, no doubt.

Shaking her head, she slammed the car into park. She drove a compact blue Prius. It wasn’t love of the environment so much as love of the style that drove her to own one. She had just gotten it last year, and was already attached to it. She checked her lip gloss in the mirror and pouted at herself. She shrugged and flipped her window mirror closed. She shoved her hair out of her face with a sigh, and made her way in the door. Eventually, she would probably just pay a stylist to come to her. She didn’t like dealing with the people in their setting. She shoved the door open and wrinkled her nose at the smell. Coconut was her least favorite thing. She hated it with a passion. She made her way to an empty chair without waiting to be told. She was perfectly on time, and if the salon wasn’t, it was their fault.

“I just want you to get all of the dead stuff off.” She told the stylist impatiently, as if the girl should know exactly what she wanted. And Cecelia thought that they should. She told them the same thing every time she came. She didn’t actually trust them to do any real styling. She always had someone famous do that. She paid the same people who did hair for the real stars to do it for some of the girls in Alpha. It was something that some of the girls considered a perk. As the girl went to work, she listened to the other girls chatting. The only good thing about going to the salon was that there was gossip; lots of it. The girls here usually lived for it. If you wanted to know something knew, you made an appointment, even if you didn’t particularly need one.

She watched as a familiar blonde entered the salon. Instantly her face registered her distaste. There were few women in the world that the redhead despised more than the one she had just set eyes on. She could barely even remember the origin of their feud, but she had heightened it by stealing the girl’s boyfriend. Her stomach burned and she felt giddy knowing she had such power. She listed as Sophia gave the woman directions on her nail polish. She snorted as Sophia picked pink. She was such a prissy princess that it almost made Cecelia want to legitimately hurl. “You’ll need to spend a lot of time to make a French look good on those nails,” Cecelia smirked. She had spoken just loud enough for everyone in the salon to hear. Her excitement picked up as every set of eyes fell to her. She thrived on being the center of attention. “The only reason you raised that much was because they felt sorry for you, Sweetie.” She threw at the girl.

((I'm so sorry this took so long. <3 my muse is acting up. I'll make it pretty later. ))