Heart thief
959 Words
(Davina's POV)
Uhg, do I really have to go to the game? It's so stupid watching a bunch of sweaty guys running around for a ball, I don't get. I hate being surrounded by people. I like my space, and I definitely love the silence. - I thought to myself while picking up my clothes.
I have to look good to all the occasions so people won't bother me or pick me for anything. I've stayed in silence so people didn't have to be bothered by me, I wanted to be invisible but people noticed me and people like to play with other people's feelings, so I made a "social mask". I've became popular along with my best friend Zoey.
Guys say we're the hottest duo of that school, and I agree, we're both tall, and I'm Asian and she's kind of Mexican or something. Zoey is a pain in the ass, yet she helped me when I couldn't realise I needed that help.
We do everything together, she's the one who is making me go to the game, she's always looking for some guy to make the other jealous, I can't understand the need of love when this high-school relationships don't last long. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone's buzzing. It's Zoey she arrived and I'm not completely ready.
"Zoey, I need help I can't decide on what to wear, please help me fashion goddess." - I asked for her help dramatically.
"Wait for me, I'll be there in a minute." she just said that and hung up on my face.
Then out of nowhere she opens the door of my bedroom gasping like she just ran a marathon.
I raise an eyebrow "where is the fire hun?"
"shut up." she said "oh this crop top is soooo cute you must wear it or I will. It will make your eyes pop! Oh and this white skirt..."
I didn't let her finish "Nope, I'll wear the crop top and jeans, I don't wanna look sluttier than you! “ I replied showing her my tongue.
After I got dressed we stared at each other in the mirror, we knew we looked fire even with the simplest clothes.
As I looked at her, I noticed that Zoey became so pretty over the years, she has dark brown wavy hair, her skin looks like gold she looks so exotic cause, she's kind of a mix, her father is African American and her mother is Latin, so you can imagine how gorgeous this girl is, her lips are pumped, but not to big, she as some signals on her upper lip and on her cheek. She's slim even though she's lazy and hate doing sports, and she's tall like me, we already made some modeling for some mags but it's nothing that we want to follow in the future. She's actually smarter then she looks, she always told me to hide my brains cause no one likes a smart-ass.
After complementing each other outfits, we headed to the game.
The game was so predictably boring but I enjoy watching Zoey all enthusiastic about something, Zoey smile shines and warms my cold heart.
We were at the victory party with some friends, and we drank and when then I saw Jason, my first crush, he also did some modeling jobs with us. I didn't thinks I had a type until I met him. Yeah I know I showed no interests in boys before, how hypocrite of me, but Jason is Jason and that guy is perfection for me.
Jason is so fit even though he's not a jock, he was always surrounded by girls but he never showed any interest in them or in me. He was at this big party, he knew everyone but he didn't have actually friends, he was a loner and I kind of like he's loneliness.
Jason was this muscular guy with light brown hair, by the shoulders by the way, big blue eyes but with some grey in there as well, he's lips were manly thin, and his jaw, oh my God his jaw! It was perfect! He's face lines looked like it was sculpted. He had beard but not the big type, but he shaved type, the don't care type but he knew the effect he had on people, he knew he was hot.
Zoey was the only one that knew I liked him, every girl did, but he never noticed, he kind of ghosted people even though we worked together and talked during the job he never showed any interest towards us even though we were in the same level of hotness as him.
Zoey liked this Brad the jock, he was a jerk I told her all the time, they were always fighting and making up it was discusting to watch and standby watching that pig touching your precious best friend. That night they fought once more because Zoey found out he slept with the school whore Julia, surprise surprise, oh remember the bitch that I bumped in the first day it was Julia and whore pack. After she the discussion with him she drank a lot and we had a little fight on how I told her to be careful and shit, I turned my back and told her that maybe we should go home, she refused and I didn't care at that time so I left the party and went straight home, to my rented apartment that I pay with my modeling money.
After getting home, something about that night changed everything... And soon I would know why...
You must keep on reading if you want to know my story so you can understand where my bitchiness comes from.
See you soon
- Writer
