Playing The Game

Inner Problems

"Twenty pounds won't hurt anyone." Ivy scowled at the cruel woman they way you would a snake. 

Like a whip, Mother turned to Ivy, "Can't wait to see that same attitude when you're the one who looks like a cow."

I can't stand for any for this. Ignoring the pain in my foot, I run out of the family room and into the garage. I get in my pink bug and start driving. Tears blur my vision as I maneuver my way through the streets. There's no destination in my mind, no certain place I'm going. I just drive.

How dare they say I'm too skinny. How dare they ask something so massive of me. It's like they don't know how important looks are to a woman. The importance they are to me.

Mother is the mastermind here. If she hadn't drilled into me the ways of beauty and what it is to be high maintenance then maybe this would be easier. I won't blame her; it's partially my fault also. I should've stood up to her and ended her antics at an early age. To be beautiful, come off as graceful, walk with confidence, be an independent woman with exceptional class that is what has been thrown at me, what I believe myself to be and aspire for.

To willingly morph my own body, to change it so drastically is something I can't do. Hell, I've sacrificed enough for the Knights; my name, popularity, friends, everything. My figure is where I draw the line, the mile I refuse to run. I'm dedicated to my team. More like take-what-people-dish dedicated, not get-porky dedicated.

Suddenly, I'm outside Jesse Nixon's house. Even though it's barely past eleven on a Saturday that don't mean there ain't a small party going on.

I smirk and park my car in the driveway. Blood sings in my veins, my heart pounds. I already feel tonight I'm going to make big mistakes and I don't give a damn. I'm too stressed, I need to relax and get drunk but I'm doing it all for the wrong reasons.

-Later-

"I'M GONNA TEACH YOU, ALL ABOUT LOVE GIRL!" I sing along with my boy Michael, pausing at a Stop sign and taking a quick sip of the beer in my hand. "ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS REPEAT AFTER ME; A B C, EASY AS 1 2 3. AS SIMPLE AS DO RE MI. A B C, 1 2 3, BABY YOU AND ME, GIRL."

I bop my head and strum my fingers on the steering wheel. Its nearing one in the morning and I got really out of wack at Jesse's house. Puked about four times and stayed drunk every minute there. I think I even smoked a little but I couldn't tell you what it was. I danced, I sang, I cried, I giggled, did a lot.

It was getting late and I wanted to go home. Judging by my phone my parents, Austin, Ivy, Duke, and grandfather aren't happy with me disappearing. Time to face the music. So I stumbled to my car and am now driving myself home drunk as hell. Sue me.

Which they probably will.

The light ahead barely turned yellow. I snort and step on the gas harder. It switched to red before I got there but with the speed I was going I wasn't able to slow down much less stop.

I chuckle, "Woopies."

Then red and blue lights are flashing behind me with a wailing siren. I grumble a few choice words before pulling over. Slight panic seeps through my drunken haze but not enough to cause serious worry. The most I do is hide my beer under the passenger seat.

I recognize the cop who pulled me over. Officer William Abbot. Young, dashing, also my first ever boyfriend.

You see, when I was a fifteen year old freshmen and him an eighteen year old senior, we started dating. Our relationship even with the age gap was smiled upon. A Skinner with a Abbot. His mother comes from old money and his father owns five NFL teams. I think my parents were more excited about our relationship than I was. Nah. Can you imagine, freshmen me dating a mature, older senior? My last name combined with holding Williams hand is what originally gave me a high rank in the social life at Stonehenge.

And when I say first ever boyfriend, I mean it on a deeper sense. Will was my first everything. In the beginning, he was meant to distract me from Duke and get me a status in Stonehenge High but things quickly changed. He became my first beau, first kiss, first first. Yes, I gave this man my virginity with no regrets whatsoever. He was kind, patient and sensitive. I was never in love with Will but I did care for him. The solitary problem was him and Austin; William would be insanely jealous of Austin and Austin would treat it like a joke.

In the end, he left to hike in Spain and later came back as a cop. Boy was Mother relieved we didn't stay close. She says he wasted his money and his future to come back to Stonehenge and be a policeman.

"License an-Avery?" I look up to his adorable grey eyes. He's exactly the same, his wild blond locks that bounce with the smallest of movements, his inviting lips and perfect teeth from years of braces.

"Hey, handsome." I flash him a lazy grin.

He blinks at me, "Are you under any influences?"

"You mean other than your charm?" I reply, tilting my head. I like to think the spirits are speaking and not me.

"I can smell alcohol." he wrinkles his nose in disgust.

"Then bend me over and teach me a lesson." That was the line that got me in a prison cell.

*

So, Avery's in jail, sorta.

Christ, what is this girl thinking?!

Hope you liked this!!

~Peace