The Living Fantasy (On Hold)

Candy Bars & Crushes

Chapter 2- Candy Bars & Crushes

My 5-inch heels click and clack against the school's shiny white tiles and envious eyes drift to my Michael Kor bag that goes perfectly with the blue blouse and pencil skirt that is on my body. I strut throughout the halls with confidence as if I owned this place. My hair flows past my shoulders with luscious curls and I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a freshly polished window. My face looks flawless. Glossy lips. Smokey eye. Voluminous lashes. I look like a model and I definitely do not look like myself.

Fellow students that never bothered to even look at me before, now greet me as I pass them by. Girls glare at me and the boys gawk over my looks. A few people walk with me to my class even when their class is all the way across the school.

When I get into class, I realize I have to retrieve something from my locker. On my way to my locker, more people gawk at me asking, "Who is she?"

As I open my locker, I feel someone come up behind me, "Hey there, beauty." My eyes lock on the gorgeous blonde boy that I have a crush on. "The name's Zac, how about yours, beautiful?"

Butterflies flutter in my stomach just at the sight of him. His blue eyes stare into my warm, brown eyes. A smile creeps across my lips, "Lace."

"Nice to meet ya, Lace," he nods his head toward my open locker, "do ya need to get anything out of your locker?"

"Oh," I was so caught up with those eyes of his that I forgot about my locker. One thing is really weird about it, though. There is only a binder in it; no books in there and I always have books piled in it. I shake the weird situation off and snatch my bulky binder up in my arms.

"I'll take this for you, Lace," Zac takes the heavy binder from my arms and holds it for me. "I'll take it to your class for ya."

He is such a gentleman! Zac escorts me to my class and sets the binder on my desk. Before he leaves, Zac places a light kiss on the back of hand.

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Suddenly, I wake up from the luxurious dream of me being popular and meeting Zac. Reality hits me and I feel stupid for thinking it was real. I should've known it was fake when there were no books in my locker... totally unlike me. And I should've known since my black eye disappeared and all my bruises were gone.

Speaking of my black eye, it actually seems better. I can at least open it!

What I really wish was real was the fact Zac actually noticed me in the dream. That dream was so cliché! The super hot guy finally noticing a girl that nobody knew until she transformed herself into someone totally different than who she really is.

When I'm at school, nobody really notices me except for my friends, Candy and Nadia. But if someone told me in order to be popular I would have to change everything about the real me, I couldn't do it. Why be someone I'm not just to have friends? That would mean they favor the facade I put up for them and not Lace. I want people who will love me for me; sadly, there isn't many of those people. Even my own father doesn't love me...

My eyes flick over to my alarm clock and I groan. Running late... again! My stupid alarm clock didn't go off. I begin to leap out of bed, but the ache of my injuries stops me. My side has sharp pains shoot throughout it, and my teeth bite my lip furiously in order for me to stay quiet. If I let out a scream, my dad could awaken. Most of the time, he is out like a light but occasionally, he will get woken up easily.

Once the pain is tolerable, my body eases itself out of bed and into the bathroom. Rushing to get ready, I pull my stringy, strawberry blonde locks into a very, messy bun. Once I am done in the bathroom, I fit my body into a Divergent T-shirt and some bootcut jeans.