Pic of Olivia^
Dear someone,
Karma's such a pretty ass bitch.
-Olivia
her outfit^
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Eventually one must love their self enough to know when it's time to let go of things they were never supposed to hold on to.
It's finally the most anticipated Monday of my entire life. Spring breaks over and so are all of my friendships. Maybe I'm being melodramatic but lately, I've been feeling this overwhelming need to protect my energy at all costs. The thing is I love Madeline, she will always be like a sister to me but, I can't keep being her friend right now. I woke up half an hour earlier than what I usually did for school taking a particularly long shower before dressing in the most scandalous outfit I have. It's this mesh black bralette with flowers covering the important parts and I pair it with a casual pair of light washed jeans and a black belt. I slide on a pair of black heels that once belonged to my mother. Suddenly my arms break out in goosebumps immediately missing the warmth of my usual warm sweaters.
My eyes are red and swollen still revealing what I'm so desperately trying to hide. I apply the concealer under the dark circles and when I'm finished applying the heavy makeup on my face I can help but just stare myself in anger.
"Why can't you just be okay?" I find myself asking the question I've heard ringing in my head out loud.
My naturally curly wild hair is all over my head so I try my best to tame it with moose parting my hair down the middle then pinning each side behind my ears with bobby pins. I can't remember a time where I actually cared enough to put this much effort into my appearance and the more I look at myself, the more I see how easy it must be to hate a face like mine. The tears are coming again and I bite my lip hard to try to stop them from coming. It works, for now.
My phone rings and I look down to see its,Jeremy. "Hey," I say while grabbing my small black backpack and putting it over one of my shoulders. "I'm outside, wouldn't want to be late on your first day back right?" My heart momentarily stops, wait what?
I look outside my bedroom window and sure enough, there's his black car parked outside. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming, I was totally planning on just walking or catching a bus you didn't have to come out your way-"
"Hey, are you kidding? Of course I came to get you, babe." That one word was like a punch in the stomach. Babe. I wonder if he'd still use that word towards me once he figures out what actually happened in that office.
Me and Jeremy got pretty close the night we met and spent multiple-night together...he ended up taken my virginity so I guess I do have some kind of emotional attachment to him. He's older than me however and we haven't known each other very long but it's obvious he expects monogamy from me already though he's never officially claimed me.
I walk downstairs carefully to make sure my mom actually went to work already, I'm sure if she seen me dressed like this she'd have a heart attack. I go straight to the fridge to get out a glass of Starbucks vanilla coffee and then grab a bagel. Jeremy meets me at the front door and I'm surprised when he greets me with a long kiss. His hands grip my waist and I can't help the moan that slips out my mouth I try to pull away from him embarrassed but he held on to me a little longer before letting go. His eyes got wider as he stares at my chest in obvious shock before moving all the way back to my face. "You look...different."
I can tell he means this is a good way but he's afraid to offend me and I just smile as I feel the heat rush to my face. He grabs my hand and leads me to the passenger side of his car opening and closing the door before he moved to his side.
We talk briefly on the way there and I can see him occasionally glancing at me from the corner of my eye and I don't know whether to feel flattered or uncomfortable. Jeremy's a pretty boy. Your regular American boy, a heartbreaker in his high school years no doubt. But he's also really quiet and serious sometimes. The problem is I'm too damaged for someone like him. He's stable, I'm anything but.
We arrive at my high school and he pulls into the parking lot. We make eye contact briefly and I'm about to talk when he tugs me all the way over into the driver's seat with him and though I know his windows are completely tinted my body goes in panic mode. His lips are on mine once again and my mind goes blank. I feel absolutely nothing. "Have a good day." I pull away from him and just nod before getting out of the car and closing the door.
I haven't even got out the parking lot before I hear whistling from boys who never even glanced my way before. Like, come on? It's 2019 how is catcalling even still a thing. All eyes are on me or maybe it just feels that way because I'm an anxiety-ridden idiot. But I can hear whispers from girls and people are pointing at me and my hearts never moved this fast in my chest. I thought I was going to make it into the school library so I could hide out in peace when I felt a warm hand on my ass. I turn around instantly in shock.
There standing is Tyler with a cheesy ass grin that I never wanted to smack off more in my life.
Tyler^^
"Shit Kingston my bad, thought you were someone else." He's probably lying. I've known him since 5th grade and he's always been very...touchy, but he gets away with it because everyone loves him. He's rich, funny, and could be a fucking Abercrombie model if he wanted to. I don't say anything I just stare at him with what I believe to be a death stare, but he's not even looking at me his eyes are zoomed in on my breast.
"Look Kingston I know we haven't really seen eye to eye because of Kyle being crazy obsessed with hating you and me being his friend and all but I just want you to know that that his hatred for you has nothing to do with me baby girl." I'm leaning against the doorframe to the library and he's towering over me as he talks and all I can do is wonder if he knows...I don't think he does, I'm sure he'd would have made a joke about it or manage to say some kind of inappropriate comment about me and Kyle's affair in the office.
I roll my eyes at him and I'm about to ruin this man's whole smooth-talking career when the unexpected occurs. Kyle comes out of nowhere walking our way and his face is so red and I can tell he's mad by the way his fist is clutched to his side. I want to run or move but I can't, I'm frozen. Tyler realizes who's coming our way and immediately goes to shake Kyle up but Kyle walks right past him and moves towards me.
Kyle ^
He takes one look at my attire and I already know what he's going to say. "Slut." The word comes out of his mouth with ease as he looks me up and down with disgust. The word stings but I shake them off a well as I can. "Kyle don't be such a dick, she looks hot." Kyle turns on Tyler with shock.
"Are you fucking her too? I mean I wouldn't be surprised she seems to give it up to everyone nowadays but damn I didn't know she moved that quick?"
It took everything in me to not let all the hard work I've built trying to ignore him and hate him from a distance fall apart at that moment.
Tyler looks beyond shocked as his eyes move from Kyle and me back and forth trying to connect the dots but before he can Kyle is pushing past me to get into the library causing me to almost fall over.
"Are you okay?" Tyler asks me after a while. I look back up at him and I can't help it, I cry. The tears fall out of my eyes as I slowly drop to the floor. "Shit! I didn't mean to make you cry Kingston come on please don't do this in public." But I can't stop the tears are falling out my eyes but there's so sound when I sob into my arms.
Tyler tries to comfort me but it's clear he totally out of his element right now. "Look if you stop crying I'll-ill- um I don't know I'll buy you whatever you want? Channel? Gucci? Prada? Fuck fine I'll get you a Birkin just stop." Its only then I start to laugh a little. I can tell he's serious and that this is his way of fixing things: money. "Did you just smile? A Birkin it is I guess, let's go I know a guy." Then he's tugging at my arms and I'm sure my mascara is running down all over my face and he's just staring at me like this is the most normal thing ever. "I don't want your money Tyler." His thick eyebrows come together in confusion. "Look Kingston I have 3 triplet sisters a mom, a stepmom, and a maid, that's six women who have always been in my life and I know from experience that a new handbag can fix everything."
I'm shaking my head no but he still has my wrist in his hand as he tugs me through the school hallway. If people were talking about me before they were now. People at our school are so shameless when it comes to recording people I can almost read the school blog headlines now. "Where are we going?" I ask him as he leads me back out in the parking lot to his brand new Porsche he got for getting a C in math.
"Look Kingston I get it your not a handbag girl, but I can't just leave you crying on the floor.Your obviously emotionally unstable judging by how you're dressed right now. Your just stressed out, I know what happened between you and Kyle, getting stuck in that office for days because of Madeline's crazy ass and you guys possibly getting expelled for it but don't worry I'll have my dad smooth things over with the principal. I get in his car as he opens the door for me and he moves to his side. "Look you seem like you could use a day to try and forget about all of that...let me help you with that."
A/N
Okay, you guys I have a very serious question that I need as many of you to answer. Do you guys want this story to become more mature with explicit content such as graphic sex scene and inappropriate language with extreme subject or would you rather I keep it kind of P-G 13?