26 May 2012
As you may have read, I'm out at the moment in Paris, so this hasn't been edited (I apologise for all errors) and its a bit rushed. But you get the rough idea!
"What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted to the figure, lounging on my couch. "How did you even get in here?" "Your doorman can be very easily persuaded." the figure said in a seductive tone. "How did you even know where I live?" "Let's just say I know more about you than you could ever imagine." I took a step back, so my back was pressing into Nate's body. He felt protective, an I wasn't scared, I was annoyed more than anything. Isabelle looked different tonight: she was wearing a tight fitting red cocktail dress, without her large glasses, and with perfect 60's makeup with big red lips, that in any other situation I would admire. "You still haven't told me what you're doing here?!" I said, anger rising in my voice. "I knew something was going on with you, and I've always wanted to be that girl, you know, the bitch? I knew I'd find the perfect target one day, I just had to wait in my nerds outfit until I found them." "And let me guess, you selected me? Why? What did I ever do to you?" "Don't you recall always being the popular one? You and Mollie would frolic around, with perfect lives and perfect smiles, surrounded by friends, money and boys. You always wore the best dresses and you always had the best things. Well unlike the other girls I didn't just deal with the fact that we were lower on the social ladder. Oh no, I decided it was time to do something about it. Nate, did you ever wonder who made Mollie ask you on a date? I tried to split you two up, as I knew he was the one thing you wanted more than anything. When I succeeded, and Tiffany told me about meeting you, I decided to follow you two around. I've even been to your secret meeting place." "What? Seriously, if you have a problem with me being popular then you should have just said. I'm not like the stereotypical popular bitch, I would have included you?" "T, leave it." Nate said, his head hung low. I wrapped my arm around his waist and gave him a squeeze that said 'I won't let her win'. "And now I have all the blackmail I need to climb the rungs of the school's social ladder, and to knock you and Mollie off the top spot. And my first request as the queen is to take Nathaniel here to prom" she said, cunningly laughing to herself. "You may not be from New York, but I sure am. New Yorkers don't give up, and we fight for what we want. You already said that Nate is the thing I want and love most in my life, so you'll have to get past me first." "You think your money makes you immortal? You think that because you have the perfect lover and the perfect life that I'll just give up? I've been waiting for this moment for 5 years, I'm not going to let it slip past me!" I edged back, sending Nate into a confused state. To Isabelle, it looked like I was cowering, but little did she know we had a button that called security, in case of emergencies. Without thinking about the consequences, I pressed it, hoping and praying that they would come soon. We heard the elevator ding as it reached our floor, and as it did, I felt myself remembering back to the other time I'd heard that that night. How happy I'd been, and how much I'd anticipated the romantic evening that lay ahead. Isabelle heard it too. With her manipulative mind going into overdrive, she took a picture of us, arms wrapped around each other, and put her phone in her pocket. "Let's see how your better half reacts when she sees this. I wouldn't bet on your reign going on for long after that." she laughed. To both of our surprise, the next person to come through the door wasn't a member of security. This was when events took a turn for the worst.
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