F.A.I.T.H.

MOVIE >scene19> - A Dorm. A Delinquent. A Girl.

"Rihanna!" Summer's joyful voice was as fake as Jenna William's purse, but she knew she had to play this well. Rihanna was a good asset to connect with. That's what mattered. No matter how much she hated, felt jealous, or was disgusted from the strange girl, she still needed to pretend and lower herself until Rihanna was permanently by her side.

Rihanna looked up from her table where she was eating her lunch and quickly smiled. "Hey Summer."

"Mind if I sit?" Summer noted how she had never requested that from anyone else before, and she was momentarily irritated with herself for it.

"Of course not. Go ahead."

Summer took a seat and placed her brown leather bag on top of the table.

"No lunch?" Rihanna commented.

"Universal model. I have to watch what I eat." She eyed the amount of food in front of Rihanna, which to Summer could feed up to three people. She felt a bang of jealousy when she eyed Rihanna's weight, which was maintained better than her own.

"I have very high metabolism." Rihanna quickly defended. "I can barely sit anywhere without feeling the need to move."

"Ah..." Summer nodded. Why couldn't she be born with high metabolism? It would have fit perfectly with her job. "So. I was wondering if you'd like to go to this elite party. Its for the Dawn's Angels and Chiefs."

"Chiefs?"

"In correspondents to Dawn's Angels, the Academy's guys are also split into their respectful groups. Chief is the highest. Jessie, your roommate, is one of them. He'll be at the party too."

Rihanna shook her head. Vincent had warned her to stay away from all social gatherings in case she slips up. "I don't think I can."

Summer was baffled. No one had ever refused an invitation from her before, especially to one of her parties, however she decided to suck it up and roll the dice. "It'll be really fun. You might find your intended." She tried to make that as an excuse.

"I don't date."

"Oh really?" That caught Summer off guard. She didn't realize that Rihanna had the upper hand in whether she had a boyfriend or not. "Why not?

"I just don't."

Summer waited for further explanation, but none came. She interwind her fingers in front of her, and crushing all her dignity, in a sad tone she said, "Do I have to beg you?"

This made Rihanna uncomfortable. It was enough that the bank statement was fake, she knew she shouldn't push her luck any further.

"Who'll be at the party you said?"

Summer sensed Rihanna giving in and broke a smile. "Only the nation's finest. And might I say you might change your idea about dating once you see some of the guys there." She grabbed a card out of her purse and gave it to Rihanna. Then stood up. "Its on the weekend."

Rihanna smiled, her heart pounding with discomfort from the whole idea. "Sounds great."

Summer turned and walked away. Her smile melted off her face the second she turned. Feeling aggravated, she made her way out of the dinning hall.

When she reached the assembly room where morning announcements were held, she slumped on one of the seatings and rested her head back against the soft fibers. And closed her eyes.

Rihanna... what an interesting person. Why would someone with wealth so vigorous carry herself on such an insecure and timid personality? Why, when she can so easily afford her own hairstylist, did she have hair so poorly done? Why, even though she's clearly not blind, can she not look in a mirror and realize that her eye makeup was everything but tolerable.