bringing different products and brushes out. By the time she’s done and puts a mirror in front of my face, I’m shocked. I can’t see one fuckin’ tattoo and my skin looks normal. The only difference is how it’s evenly toned. She dips down into her oversized bag and pulls out another bag, but this one isn’t like the first. It’s a drawstring made up of a cloth material. She loosens the rope and pulls out a fishnet thing, and inside it I see a blob of chocolate hair. The next thing I know she’s wrapping some sort of band around her head, bobby pinning her hair up and pulls the brown blob over her. As she pulls it and adjusts it, I realize it isn’t in fact a bob. It’s a fuckin’ wig. Well, someone’s taking her disguise a bit seriously.
Over the next hour I watch as Frost transforms herself into a completely different woman. The wig was only the first of many things to come. She primed and did all her makeup, then added things to turn her cheek a peachy shade, even adding some sort of soft pink lipstick.
The moment she finished doing her makeup she changed from her usual attire to something more business casual and I did the same thing. We opted to leave our cuts here at the house considering I’ve been here before with Axel and Grim. Some of the students and faculty have seen our insignia and I don’t want to raise anymore red flags. Hopefully, my disguise is enough to conceal my identity. After all, the last time I was here I looked like a criminal. Now I’m a sophisticated son of a bitch.
We get in the van which isn’t as shady as Frost said it was. It’s probably a 2010 or later, not some sort of creeper van from the 1980s. It’s all black so I hop in the driver’s seat while Frost puts in the school’s address. In a matter of minutes, we’re leaving the back roads and are on a major New York interstate. Frost speaks the entire car ride, but I won’t even lie. I haven’t processed a damn word she said. My main focus is on what I’m gonna do to these motherfuckers who hurt Ruby.
I have tons of twisted, fucked up ideas, and we still have three and a half days to get the job done. Which only means one thing: I’ll be able to have my way with them.
“Keep going down this road and make a left into the parking lot. It’s called the Wallflower lot. We’re meeting Ian there.”
I nod and do exactly as she says. We pull up next to a tall dude who’s leaning up against the hood of his car. Frost waves her hand dramatically, like one of those super preppy girls. Ruby made me watch Legally Blonde with her the other day and it reminds me of that chick, Elle Woods.
“Ian! It’s so lovely to finally meet you.” Frost practically jumps out of the van and I’m stuck catching up to her. “I’m Frankie and this is my brother, Vinny.”
Oh, so I guess we’re going for the Italian look . . . only problem is I don’t look Italian. I look Meso-fucking-American.
“Hey guys, nice to meet you too. Portia said you two are thinking about attending here next fall?”
I nod. “Yeah, we’re looking at a few schools. That being said, we need to find the right fit for both of us.”
“Alright. Well, what’s the most important thing for you both, on campus that is?”
Frost looks over to me, urging me to speak first. “Now, you’re going to think I’m crazy, but I’m being serious. I’ll have zero time to cook with my workload and completing my graduate program. If I go to school here, I’m going to find an apartment to share with my sister close by. However, I need to make sure you have good, affordable restaurants nearby. That will really be my dealbreaker. I don’t care about much shit, but when it’s about food . . . it’s deal or no deal.”
Frost busts out laughing and Ian nods.“Hey, I get it, dude. Lucky for you we have restaurants plastered around campus. Show your student ID and you’ll even get some discounts. Some of them even offer meal prep services for a fee.”
“Sweet, that’s nice.”
“And what about you?” Ian asks Frost.
“Honestly? I need a cozy library. Plenty of spaces for me to cram away in a corner and