Prologue
Violet Bellatrix was a young girl with a seemingly perfect life. She was kind, she was gentle, she was beautiful, she was friendly... The list went on and on. Her parents were remarkably kind to her, and no one she loved had died yet. Also, she was a good student and well-liked by all of her peers.So why do I find myself here? Violet wondered. She stared down. She was standing on the roof of a seven-story building, preparing to jump down. How has my life changed so fast? It was perfectly normal just a month ago...
Chapter One
Loss of Innocence
One month ago...
"Hey, Claire!" Violet called out, waving at her friend. The brunette waited for Violet to catch up. "Hey, have you seen Hailey or Sara?"
Claire shook her head. "Nope," she said regretfully. "Poor Sara, it must've been such a shock for her! I mean, Hailey has been her best friend for, like, ever!"
"I know!" gushed Violet sympathetically. "I can't believe Hailey would steal Sara's boyfriend like that! What a bitch!"
"Like, Jake has been going out with Sara for, like, a month! How could he just dump her like that? And what's Hailey got that Sara doesn't?" cried Claire; she was really getting into the gossip. "I mean, Hailey's hair? Puh-leeze! Red went out when the dinosaurs died!"
Shut up, Violet thought. You're just as bad as Hailey is. And how do you know Hailey doesn't really like Jake? You don't know anything. Just shut your fat mouth, asshole. Out loud, she continued to gush. "I know! Sara is way prettier than Hailey. I can't believe Jake! How could he do that to her?"
"Forget Jake! How could Hailey backstab her best friend like that? Like, Sara was the only one who would even go near Hailey back in elementary school!"
I hate doing this, agonized Violet. But I don't want to be persecuted. I hate being such a coward... I wish I could just stand up for what I really think. "Yeah, like, totally!"
Suddenly sick of the topic, Claire started talking about the latest movie. Viola zoned out, and continued to think about the Sara-Jake-Hailey love triangle problem. When had middle school gotten so harsh? It had been so simple just last year... The rules would've been that Sara should've been able to hang onto her man, and that Hailey should've been the teen idol for having stolen a guy that hot from a girl who was prettier than she was. Sara would've been the outcast, not Hailey and Jake.
But now... They had to take into account that backstabbers were not appreciated unless the backstabber was popular. Everything depended on popularity now. They hadn't leaned on it this much in any of the other years. It made Violet sick just thinking about it.
And it also made her sick thinking about the things she had done and said to become the most popular girl in school. Everybody idolized her and wanted to be her friend, even those she had dissed before. She had no idea who really liked her for her...
"Helloooooo!" Violet snapped back to reality. Claire was waving her long, slim hand in front of her face. "Earth to Viiiiii!"
"Ehmagawd, I'm, like, sooooooooooo sorry, I just like totally zoned off for a sec there!" giggled Violet, at the same time hating herself for conforming. Suddenly she gasped. "Shit! I totally forgot we had to do that research on the Vitruvian Man for math!"
Claire sympathized and patted her on the back, albeit very unconvincingly. "I'm sure that Emma will let you borrow hers," she said. "Now, back to business. Does this shirt make me look fat?"
"No way!" cried Violet. "You could never be fat, you're so totally gorgeous!"
"Aww, thanks, you're gorgeous too, babe!" Claire giggled.
"And unbelievably sexy," a seductive voice whispered next to Violet's ear, making her jump. She turned around, smiling, to find her boyfriend, Todd.
Violet was dying to scream her thoughts out. I hate you! You're so shallow it's disgusting! You can't just coast through life on stupidity and good looks! she thought angrily. Outwardly, she smiled and tossed her arms around his neck, nearly throwing up as she did. "So are you," she murmured.
"You guys are, like, soooooooooo cute together!" squealed Claire.
"Thanks, you're the best!" laughed Violet. She kissed Todd (thinking the entire time Get off of me, you pervert! I don't like you at all!) and continued walking and chatting with Claire.
When the day was finally over, Violet gave a sigh of relief and trudged to her house, where at least she could lock herself in her room. Oh wait, she groaned, I invited Claire and Emma over today to watch movies...
"Elle, I'm home," she called, dropping her school bag on the ground.
Her mother came up to her with a bag of chips. "Hey, babe," she responded. "Want a chip?"
Violet grinned, "Sure!" Of course not; they're horrible for your health. You'd be so fat if you weren't anorexic and had plastic surgery every ten years, she thought. It was horrible to think such thoughts about her mom, but... Her mom never really acted like a mom, unless it was to suck up to the teachers.
"I gave Jor the day off," Mrs. Bellatrix (or Elle as she preferred to be called) was saying, "and I have a pedicure appointment in an hour. You know where the money for pizza is, okay?"
Violet gave a dazzling smile (her "faux ami" smile, as she had privately christened it). "Yup; don't worry about it, we'll be fine. You don't mind if we invite a few boys, do you?"
"Of course not!" laughed Elle. "When have I ever minded?"
If you were a good mother, you would have! Violet wanted to shout. Instead, she laughed back, and shrugged. "Well, thanks, Elle. I'm going upstairs. Mr. Thompson would totally blow a fuse if I forgot my homework, since he's so completely strict!"
Violet tramped up to her bedroom and fell onto the bed, exhausted. She made a huge fuss, yelling down, "I'm on the phone, don't come up!" When she was perfectly sure that she wouldn't be disturbed again, she grabbed her backpack and climbed out the window. Her window was right below the attic window, and the fire ladder installed next to it enabled her to climb up to the attic, her true room.
With a sigh, she dropped onto the ground. She had dragged a cot up into the spacious attic, lit by windows and skylights. She had carefully painted some of the skylight panes so they were stained glass windows. With an old mahogany bookcase filled with classics and some of her favorite books, and a mini-refrigerator filled with fruit, yogurt, ice cream, and drinks, the attic was truly a haven from her false life.
She quietly walked across to a closet spanning one wall, and opened one side to reveal an entertainment system. It was a flat screen with a VCR and a DVD. It was also connected to her laptop, which was the latest model, and allowed her to write on the screen with a special program. There was also a video camera and a digital camera, next to an old-fashioned flash-photography camera and stacks of photo albums, scrapbooks, and scrap booking supplies.
Violet sighed and found her favorite movie, Pride and Prejudice. She had bought everything in the attic herself, thanks to her extensive allowance ($100 a week; Elle was rich). She inserted it into the DVD player, and grabbed the book. For half an hour, she watched in silence, munching on apples.
Finally, she glanced at her watch and sighed. Emma and Claire will be here soon; I have to go set up. With a last glance around the room, she stopped the movie, bookmarked her book, and climbed back out the window. In her room, she took off the ladder and stashed it somewhere in the basement, where nobody ever went.
Back in her room, Violet touched up her makeup and began bringing out chips and soda from her private refrigerator. Put on your casual face in three...two...one... Viola put on a casual countenance as the front door rang, and flopped onto her bed, picking up the latest Vogue that was sprawled on her circular bed before she remembered that Jordana, the maid, had the day off.
With a groan, Violet flopped over and pressed the intercom button installed on her wall. "Hellooooo?" she droned, taking care to use just the right amount of boredom in her voice.
"Ehmagawsh hey Violet!" shrieked Emma through the intercom. "Like, are you gonna let us in or what? We so didn't come all the way over here just to stand outside waiting for you!"
"Yeah, we've already been waiting for, like, a minute!" complained Claire.
"Ehmagawd I'm sooooooo happy you guys are here, you have no idea how bored I've been!"
"Well then, like, buzz us through already!" whined Claire. Violet rolled her eyes away from the camera set in the monitor, thinking, Oh just shut up, will you? I'm so tired of your whining! I hate you I hate you I hate you!
Violet laughed coyly. "I know, just gimme a sec!" She hung up and pressed star to let her "friends" in. Right after that, she hurriedly pulled on her new orange sundress with matching clementine flip-flops, and resumed her casual position and reading Vogue.
"Hey babe," Claire said as she sashayed into the room. Violet noticed that she was wearing a new outfit: a transparent turquoise shirt with a black tank top underneath and white shorts. Overall, the outfit must've cost at least $200. The money you spend on clothes could feed a whole third-world country, Violet thought, disgusted, as Claire plopped onto the bed beside her and pulled open a bag of Doritos.
Emma walked in after Claire, hugging a root beer to her chest. "Hey, is Elle, like, not here today or something?" she asked. "I was so totally hoping to learn how to stuff a bra properly."
Claire put down the magazine and gasped. "I know! Every time I try to do it, it's always so obvious, but when Elle does it, you don't notice at all!"
What?! thought Violet incredulously. However, she quickly joined in the conversation. "I know!" she squealed. "I am sooooooooooooo lucky I have such a cool mom! But seriously, how does she do it?"
The girls continued gossiping about stuffed bras until Violet finally couldn't stand it anymore. She pounced off the bed and grabbed her cell phone. "I'm bored," she announced. "Are we gonna stay here all day yakking about bras or are we gonna call over some hotties?!"
Claire and Emma immediately grabbed their phones as well and started suggesting people to call. "We totally have to hold a make-out party," Claire insisted. "We'll call a bunch of guys who have to pay to get a snog with us. It's a quick way to get money for movies, since all the guys are totally dying to kiss us."
"Okay we totally have to call Todd, and let Violet give him free snogs," Emma put in.
Violet shuddered inwardly, but grinned on the outside. "Totally," she chirped. "We can't use my $100 because I totally need that for clothes."
Suddenly, Claire gasped loudly. "Ehmagawsh hold everything!" she practically screamed. "We haven't picked out outfits yet!" She slapped Emma and Claire's cell phones closed. "We need something that will totally scream sex-kitten."
Sex-kitten?! What the hell?! thought Violet. "Ehmagawsh I totally knew that shopping spree Elle and I went on yesterday would come in handy!" she replied. "I picked out the cutest outfits." She led her "friends" over to her massive walk-in closet. "You guys can pick whatever you want after I choose my outfit!"
Violet walked slowly down the aisles in the closet. A black backless dress caught her eye, but she knew Claire and Emma would never let her get away with it. Eventually, she picked out an extremely short, backless blue halter dress and sapphire flip-flops. While Claire and Emma were picking out outfits, she applied makeup and straightened her hair just enough to make it totally eye-catching. Meanwhile, she was thinking, This can't end well. I practically throw up just kissing Todd. I really hope he doesn't try to go to second base... Or even worse, she realized with horror, third base! She almost groaned aloud just thinking about it, but she caught herself a second early.
A step sounded behind her, and Viola turned to see Claire and Emma stepping out of her closet. Claire was wearing a faded demi miniskirt with a white halter and white flip-flops. Emma was wearing a blue halter bikini top and a white skirt with blue flip-flops. Viola laughed and got up, saying, "The guys will totally be drooling just looking at us!"
Just a half hour later, over twenty boys were at Violet's house. They were just lounging in the living rooms as they waited for their turns with the girls. Those requesting Violet were in one room; those for Claire were in another; and those for Emma were in the last. Only boys deemed "hot" by Claire or Emma were allowed in.
Violet's first customer was a boy she had never seen before. "Hey," she said, giving him a coy smile. "Which base are you planning on going?"
The boy gave a smile just as sexy and leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "Only second. I'd go to third, but that would take too long, and I have a date with my girlfriend in an hour." He dropped fifteen dollars into the little basket by the bedroom door.
Violet was repulsed by what a player the boy was. Why the hell did you even make her your girlfriend if you're just going to go and cheat on her?! she felt like yelling. However, she just smiled seductively and placed his hands on her hips, sashaying into one of the spare bedrooms. "That's enough for me," she whispered back. She locked the door behind them, and let her hands travel up his well-toned chest, all the time thinking, Okay the next time Claire suggests this I'm saying no...
However, the boy didn't want to take things slowly, and immediately threw her down onto the bed. "Don't worry," he smiled. "I can't go to third this time, but I'll get you next time." He slid his fingers around her neck and started to untie her halter dress...
Two hours later, Violet was exhausted and disgusted at the number of players in the room. No one had gone to third because it would've taken too much time, and they all had a date later on. Claire sat counting the money, and looked up. "Not bad," she commented. "We made $255."
"Am I too late?" a deep voice asked, and a pair of hands encircled Violet's chest, making her emit a small squeak. Todd smiled at her. "Sorry I couldn't come earlier, babe, but my pops wouldn't let me go."
Before Violet could say anything, Emma giggled. "Ehmagawsh, she's been waiting for you the whole time!" She pushed the "couple" into the nearest spare bedroom and closed the door, giggling the whole time. "Have fun in there!" she called.
Todd smiled devilishly, and murmured, "I plan to..." His arms encircled Violet's waist as he pushed her onto the bed. She was petrified with horror, and therefore was unable to do a thing as he took off her dress and his shirt and shorts. "Don't worry, babe, I have a condom on," he whispered huskily.
She gasped as he started kissing his way down to her bra, which he mistook for pleasure, making him hurry all the faster.
Oh my God I'm being raped, was Violet's last thought before darkness seemed to swallow up her mind.
The next thing she knew, she was lying on her side, naked, in her bed, with Claire and Emma waiting impatiently for her to wake up. She sat up, slightly disconcerted by her appearance. "What happened?" she murmured.
Claire immediately pounced on her. "Ehmagawd I'm soooooooo happy you're finally up!" she shrieked. "We so totally need you to tell us what happened! How did it feel? Did he do any tricks? We need to know every single detail!"
"Um...what?"
Emma laughed. "You know, having sex with Todd! He didn't leave until nearly nine! It must've been spectacular... I mean, you've seen him in a Speedo! And, God, those muscles..." She practically fainted with rapture.
Violet was still slightly confused. "Um...what?" she said again, extremely intelligently. Suddenly, everything clicked. Todd...last night... "OH MY GOD!!!" she screamed, and sat bolt upright. For the first time, the used condom on the ground registered in her eyesight.
"I know!" shrieked Emma, having evidently misconstrued the scream as excitement. "You're actually the first of all of us to have had sex!"
Violet breathed deeply, still wrapping her mind around the fact that her first time had been spent with someone who only saw her as a piece of meat. I have to act excited was her one understandable thought. So, she gathered herself up on the outside, and launched herself into her performance, if only to put off the shock for later on. "It was sooooooooo perfect," she squealed.
"Did it hurt?" asked Claire, eyes wide with fascination.
"Duhhh, Claires!! What are you, stupid?!" laughed Violet. She knew that if she hadn't been the all-powerful one at that moment, she would never have gotten away with saying that. Even now, with such an "interesting" topic, Claire's eyes flashed with annoyance and anger. "But of course, when you're having sex, sometimes you're the one causing it, so you don't even notice!" What am I babbling on about?! thought Violet, alarmed. They're totally going to catch me at my lie!
Or not. Claire and Emma seemed to lap it all up, or at least enough for the time being to leave Violet alone. "Now then, what will you wear today?" giggled Claire, shifting the focus to clothing. "Run and take a shower to get rid of all that blood, byotch, and we'll pick out a slammin' outfit for you. We know what you like, no worries babe."
Blood? Violet thought, slightly uneasy. She got off the bed, and noticed that the sheets were covered in blood. Oh God... She picked up a bra and underwear as she went into her bathroom to take a quick shower before school started.
Fifteen minutes later, she stepped out, hair dry and everything. She checked her watch: 5:30. She had another hour before the bus would be there.
"Yoo-hoo, oh Viiiiiiiiii..." giggled Emma in a sing-song voice. "Wait till you see the outfit we picked out for you!"
Oh no... Violet thought, groaning inwardly. "Ehmagawd, what is it?!" she gushed. "C'mon, I have to change! We barely have another hour to do hair and makeup!"
Claire gasped. "Ehmagawd you're totally right! Ughhh, you ruiner!!" She slapped Violet on the butt playfully. Ewww get your hands off me, thought Violet, thoroughly disgusted. "We were so gonna make you wait another minute to see your awesome outfit!" With a dramatic sigh and roll of the eyes, Claire pulled out the clothes from inside the closet.
"Ehmagawsh that is soooooooooooo cute!!!" Violet squealed. It's actually not that bad, she reflected, thinking of previous outfits her "friends" had chosen for her.
It was a tight-fitting, white tank top with the words New York City written in glittery pink, along with a pair of low-slung jean shorts. There was a pair of burnished amber one-inch heels, and, as the ultimate accessory, a signature stripe demi Coach bag. "This is so totally awesome," she gushed as she slipped the clothes on.
As she pulled on the shorts, she remembered about the Todd problem. Her head swam with worry. Claire and Emma would want to know why she dumped him.
Therefore, as she walked out of the closet, Violet said casually, “You know, I think I’m gonna break up with Todd.”
As she had expected, this news caused not a little horror with Claire and Emma. “What?!” they practically screeched. “Why?!”
Violet shrugged nonchalantly and sat down in front of her vanity desk. “The sex was good, but not good enough for me, you know?” she said calmly, and started to straighten her naturally wavy honey-brown hair.
“But you just said it was perfect!” Emma was still struggling to wrap her mind around the “breakup of the perfect couple,” as she called it.
“Yeah, but it could’ve been better, and only the best will play it with me.” Violet smiled coyly at herself in the mirror. Please let them just drop it… she prayed silently. “What do you think: purple, indigo, or blue?” She held out three bottles of hair highlights, which she changed every day.Claire walked over and inspected Violet’s hair, then the bottles. She had gotten over the little shock rather quickly. “Definitely purple today,” she affirmed. She perched herself on the edge of the bed and crossed and uncrossed her long, tan legs. “But seriously though, why are you dumping him?”
Violet Bellatrix was a young girl with a seemingly perfect life. She was kind, she was gentle, she was beautiful, she was friendly... The list went on and on. Her parents were remarkably kind to her, and no one she loved had died yet. Also, she was a good student and well-liked by all of her peers.So why do I find myself here? Violet wondered. She stared down. She was standing on the roof of a seven-story building, preparing to jump down. How has my life changed so fast? It was perfectly normal just a month ago...
Chapter One
Loss of Innocence
One month ago...
"Hey, Claire!" Violet called out, waving at her friend. The brunette waited for Violet to catch up. "Hey, have you seen Hailey or Sara?"
Claire shook her head. "Nope," she said regretfully. "Poor Sara, it must've been such a shock for her! I mean, Hailey has been her best friend for, like, ever!"
"I know!" gushed Violet sympathetically. "I can't believe Hailey would steal Sara's boyfriend like that! What a bitch!"
"Like, Jake has been going out with Sara for, like, a month! How could he just dump her like that? And what's Hailey got that Sara doesn't?" cried Claire; she was really getting into the gossip. "I mean, Hailey's hair? Puh-leeze! Red went out when the dinosaurs died!"
Shut up, Violet thought. You're just as bad as Hailey is. And how do you know Hailey doesn't really like Jake? You don't know anything. Just shut your fat mouth, asshole. Out loud, she continued to gush. "I know! Sara is way prettier than Hailey. I can't believe Jake! How could he do that to her?"
"Forget Jake! How could Hailey backstab her best friend like that? Like, Sara was the only one who would even go near Hailey back in elementary school!"
I hate doing this, agonized Violet. But I don't want to be persecuted. I hate being such a coward... I wish I could just stand up for what I really think. "Yeah, like, totally!"
Suddenly sick of the topic, Claire started talking about the latest movie. Viola zoned out, and continued to think about the Sara-Jake-Hailey love triangle problem. When had middle school gotten so harsh? It had been so simple just last year... The rules would've been that Sara should've been able to hang onto her man, and that Hailey should've been the teen idol for having stolen a guy that hot from a girl who was prettier than she was. Sara would've been the outcast, not Hailey and Jake.
But now... They had to take into account that backstabbers were not appreciated unless the backstabber was popular. Everything depended on popularity now. They hadn't leaned on it this much in any of the other years. It made Violet sick just thinking about it.
And it also made her sick thinking about the things she had done and said to become the most popular girl in school. Everybody idolized her and wanted to be her friend, even those she had dissed before. She had no idea who really liked her for her...
"Helloooooo!" Violet snapped back to reality. Claire was waving her long, slim hand in front of her face. "Earth to Viiiiii!"
"Ehmagawd, I'm, like, sooooooooooo sorry, I just like totally zoned off for a sec there!" giggled Violet, at the same time hating herself for conforming. Suddenly she gasped. "Shit! I totally forgot we had to do that research on the Vitruvian Man for math!"
Claire sympathized and patted her on the back, albeit very unconvincingly. "I'm sure that Emma will let you borrow hers," she said. "Now, back to business. Does this shirt make me look fat?"
"No way!" cried Violet. "You could never be fat, you're so totally gorgeous!"
"Aww, thanks, you're gorgeous too, babe!" Claire giggled.
"And unbelievably sexy," a seductive voice whispered next to Violet's ear, making her jump. She turned around, smiling, to find her boyfriend, Todd.
Violet was dying to scream her thoughts out. I hate you! You're so shallow it's disgusting! You can't just coast through life on stupidity and good looks! she thought angrily. Outwardly, she smiled and tossed her arms around his neck, nearly throwing up as she did. "So are you," she murmured.
"You guys are, like, soooooooooo cute together!" squealed Claire.
"Thanks, you're the best!" laughed Violet. She kissed Todd (thinking the entire time Get off of me, you pervert! I don't like you at all!) and continued walking and chatting with Claire.
When the day was finally over, Violet gave a sigh of relief and trudged to her house, where at least she could lock herself in her room. Oh wait, she groaned, I invited Claire and Emma over today to watch movies...
"Elle, I'm home," she called, dropping her school bag on the ground.
Her mother came up to her with a bag of chips. "Hey, babe," she responded. "Want a chip?"
Violet grinned, "Sure!" Of course not; they're horrible for your health. You'd be so fat if you weren't anorexic and had plastic surgery every ten years, she thought. It was horrible to think such thoughts about her mom, but... Her mom never really acted like a mom, unless it was to suck up to the teachers.
"I gave Jor the day off," Mrs. Bellatrix (or Elle as she preferred to be called) was saying, "and I have a pedicure appointment in an hour. You know where the money for pizza is, okay?"
Violet gave a dazzling smile (her "faux ami" smile, as she had privately christened it). "Yup; don't worry about it, we'll be fine. You don't mind if we invite a few boys, do you?"
"Of course not!" laughed Elle. "When have I ever minded?"
If you were a good mother, you would have! Violet wanted to shout. Instead, she laughed back, and shrugged. "Well, thanks, Elle. I'm going upstairs. Mr. Thompson would totally blow a fuse if I forgot my homework, since he's so completely strict!"
Violet tramped up to her bedroom and fell onto the bed, exhausted. She made a huge fuss, yelling down, "I'm on the phone, don't come up!" When she was perfectly sure that she wouldn't be disturbed again, she grabbed her backpack and climbed out the window. Her window was right below the attic window, and the fire ladder installed next to it enabled her to climb up to the attic, her true room.
With a sigh, she dropped onto the ground. She had dragged a cot up into the spacious attic, lit by windows and skylights. She had carefully painted some of the skylight panes so they were stained glass windows. With an old mahogany bookcase filled with classics and some of her favorite books, and a mini-refrigerator filled with fruit, yogurt, ice cream, and drinks, the attic was truly a haven from her false life.
She quietly walked across to a closet spanning one wall, and opened one side to reveal an entertainment system. It was a flat screen with a VCR and a DVD. It was also connected to her laptop, which was the latest model, and allowed her to write on the screen with a special program. There was also a video camera and a digital camera, next to an old-fashioned flash-photography camera and stacks of photo albums, scrapbooks, and scrap booking supplies.
Violet sighed and found her favorite movie, Pride and Prejudice. She had bought everything in the attic herself, thanks to her extensive allowance ($100 a week; Elle was rich). She inserted it into the DVD player, and grabbed the book. For half an hour, she watched in silence, munching on apples.
Finally, she glanced at her watch and sighed. Emma and Claire will be here soon; I have to go set up. With a last glance around the room, she stopped the movie, bookmarked her book, and climbed back out the window. In her room, she took off the ladder and stashed it somewhere in the basement, where nobody ever went.
Back in her room, Violet touched up her makeup and began bringing out chips and soda from her private refrigerator. Put on your casual face in three...two...one... Viola put on a casual countenance as the front door rang, and flopped onto her bed, picking up the latest Vogue that was sprawled on her circular bed before she remembered that Jordana, the maid, had the day off.
With a groan, Violet flopped over and pressed the intercom button installed on her wall. "Hellooooo?" she droned, taking care to use just the right amount of boredom in her voice.
"Ehmagawsh hey Violet!" shrieked Emma through the intercom. "Like, are you gonna let us in or what? We so didn't come all the way over here just to stand outside waiting for you!"
"Yeah, we've already been waiting for, like, a minute!" complained Claire.
"Ehmagawd I'm sooooooo happy you guys are here, you have no idea how bored I've been!"
"Well then, like, buzz us through already!" whined Claire. Violet rolled her eyes away from the camera set in the monitor, thinking, Oh just shut up, will you? I'm so tired of your whining! I hate you I hate you I hate you!
Violet laughed coyly. "I know, just gimme a sec!" She hung up and pressed star to let her "friends" in. Right after that, she hurriedly pulled on her new orange sundress with matching clementine flip-flops, and resumed her casual position and reading Vogue.
"Hey babe," Claire said as she sashayed into the room. Violet noticed that she was wearing a new outfit: a transparent turquoise shirt with a black tank top underneath and white shorts. Overall, the outfit must've cost at least $200. The money you spend on clothes could feed a whole third-world country, Violet thought, disgusted, as Claire plopped onto the bed beside her and pulled open a bag of Doritos.
Emma walked in after Claire, hugging a root beer to her chest. "Hey, is Elle, like, not here today or something?" she asked. "I was so totally hoping to learn how to stuff a bra properly."
Claire put down the magazine and gasped. "I know! Every time I try to do it, it's always so obvious, but when Elle does it, you don't notice at all!"
What?! thought Violet incredulously. However, she quickly joined in the conversation. "I know!" she squealed. "I am sooooooooooooo lucky I have such a cool mom! But seriously, how does she do it?"
The girls continued gossiping about stuffed bras until Violet finally couldn't stand it anymore. She pounced off the bed and grabbed her cell phone. "I'm bored," she announced. "Are we gonna stay here all day yakking about bras or are we gonna call over some hotties?!"
Claire and Emma immediately grabbed their phones as well and started suggesting people to call. "We totally have to hold a make-out party," Claire insisted. "We'll call a bunch of guys who have to pay to get a snog with us. It's a quick way to get money for movies, since all the guys are totally dying to kiss us."
"Okay we totally have to call Todd, and let Violet give him free snogs," Emma put in.
Violet shuddered inwardly, but grinned on the outside. "Totally," she chirped. "We can't use my $100 because I totally need that for clothes."
Suddenly, Claire gasped loudly. "Ehmagawsh hold everything!" she practically screamed. "We haven't picked out outfits yet!" She slapped Emma and Claire's cell phones closed. "We need something that will totally scream sex-kitten."
Sex-kitten?! What the hell?! thought Violet. "Ehmagawsh I totally knew that shopping spree Elle and I went on yesterday would come in handy!" she replied. "I picked out the cutest outfits." She led her "friends" over to her massive walk-in closet. "You guys can pick whatever you want after I choose my outfit!"
Violet walked slowly down the aisles in the closet. A black backless dress caught her eye, but she knew Claire and Emma would never let her get away with it. Eventually, she picked out an extremely short, backless blue halter dress and sapphire flip-flops. While Claire and Emma were picking out outfits, she applied makeup and straightened her hair just enough to make it totally eye-catching. Meanwhile, she was thinking, This can't end well. I practically throw up just kissing Todd. I really hope he doesn't try to go to second base... Or even worse, she realized with horror, third base! She almost groaned aloud just thinking about it, but she caught herself a second early.
A step sounded behind her, and Viola turned to see Claire and Emma stepping out of her closet. Claire was wearing a faded demi miniskirt with a white halter and white flip-flops. Emma was wearing a blue halter bikini top and a white skirt with blue flip-flops. Viola laughed and got up, saying, "The guys will totally be drooling just looking at us!"
Just a half hour later, over twenty boys were at Violet's house. They were just lounging in the living rooms as they waited for their turns with the girls. Those requesting Violet were in one room; those for Claire were in another; and those for Emma were in the last. Only boys deemed "hot" by Claire or Emma were allowed in.
Violet's first customer was a boy she had never seen before. "Hey," she said, giving him a coy smile. "Which base are you planning on going?"
The boy gave a smile just as sexy and leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "Only second. I'd go to third, but that would take too long, and I have a date with my girlfriend in an hour." He dropped fifteen dollars into the little basket by the bedroom door.
Violet was repulsed by what a player the boy was. Why the hell did you even make her your girlfriend if you're just going to go and cheat on her?! she felt like yelling. However, she just smiled seductively and placed his hands on her hips, sashaying into one of the spare bedrooms. "That's enough for me," she whispered back. She locked the door behind them, and let her hands travel up his well-toned chest, all the time thinking, Okay the next time Claire suggests this I'm saying no...
However, the boy didn't want to take things slowly, and immediately threw her down onto the bed. "Don't worry," he smiled. "I can't go to third this time, but I'll get you next time." He slid his fingers around her neck and started to untie her halter dress...
Two hours later, Violet was exhausted and disgusted at the number of players in the room. No one had gone to third because it would've taken too much time, and they all had a date later on. Claire sat counting the money, and looked up. "Not bad," she commented. "We made $255."
"Am I too late?" a deep voice asked, and a pair of hands encircled Violet's chest, making her emit a small squeak. Todd smiled at her. "Sorry I couldn't come earlier, babe, but my pops wouldn't let me go."
Before Violet could say anything, Emma giggled. "Ehmagawsh, she's been waiting for you the whole time!" She pushed the "couple" into the nearest spare bedroom and closed the door, giggling the whole time. "Have fun in there!" she called.
Todd smiled devilishly, and murmured, "I plan to..." His arms encircled Violet's waist as he pushed her onto the bed. She was petrified with horror, and therefore was unable to do a thing as he took off her dress and his shirt and shorts. "Don't worry, babe, I have a condom on," he whispered huskily.
She gasped as he started kissing his way down to her bra, which he mistook for pleasure, making him hurry all the faster.
Oh my God I'm being raped, was Violet's last thought before darkness seemed to swallow up her mind.
The next thing she knew, she was lying on her side, naked, in her bed, with Claire and Emma waiting impatiently for her to wake up. She sat up, slightly disconcerted by her appearance. "What happened?" she murmured.
Claire immediately pounced on her. "Ehmagawd I'm soooooooo happy you're finally up!" she shrieked. "We so totally need you to tell us what happened! How did it feel? Did he do any tricks? We need to know every single detail!"
"Um...what?"
Emma laughed. "You know, having sex with Todd! He didn't leave until nearly nine! It must've been spectacular... I mean, you've seen him in a Speedo! And, God, those muscles..." She practically fainted with rapture.
Violet was still slightly confused. "Um...what?" she said again, extremely intelligently. Suddenly, everything clicked. Todd...last night... "OH MY GOD!!!" she screamed, and sat bolt upright. For the first time, the used condom on the ground registered in her eyesight.
"I know!" shrieked Emma, having evidently misconstrued the scream as excitement. "You're actually the first of all of us to have had sex!"
Violet breathed deeply, still wrapping her mind around the fact that her first time had been spent with someone who only saw her as a piece of meat. I have to act excited was her one understandable thought. So, she gathered herself up on the outside, and launched herself into her performance, if only to put off the shock for later on. "It was sooooooooo perfect," she squealed.
"Did it hurt?" asked Claire, eyes wide with fascination.
"Duhhh, Claires!! What are you, stupid?!" laughed Violet. She knew that if she hadn't been the all-powerful one at that moment, she would never have gotten away with saying that. Even now, with such an "interesting" topic, Claire's eyes flashed with annoyance and anger. "But of course, when you're having sex, sometimes you're the one causing it, so you don't even notice!" What am I babbling on about?! thought Violet, alarmed. They're totally going to catch me at my lie!
Or not. Claire and Emma seemed to lap it all up, or at least enough for the time being to leave Violet alone. "Now then, what will you wear today?" giggled Claire, shifting the focus to clothing. "Run and take a shower to get rid of all that blood, byotch, and we'll pick out a slammin' outfit for you. We know what you like, no worries babe."
Blood? Violet thought, slightly uneasy. She got off the bed, and noticed that the sheets were covered in blood. Oh God... She picked up a bra and underwear as she went into her bathroom to take a quick shower before school started.
Fifteen minutes later, she stepped out, hair dry and everything. She checked her watch: 5:30. She had another hour before the bus would be there.
"Yoo-hoo, oh Viiiiiiiiii..." giggled Emma in a sing-song voice. "Wait till you see the outfit we picked out for you!"
Oh no... Violet thought, groaning inwardly. "Ehmagawd, what is it?!" she gushed. "C'mon, I have to change! We barely have another hour to do hair and makeup!"
Claire gasped. "Ehmagawd you're totally right! Ughhh, you ruiner!!" She slapped Violet on the butt playfully. Ewww get your hands off me, thought Violet, thoroughly disgusted. "We were so gonna make you wait another minute to see your awesome outfit!" With a dramatic sigh and roll of the eyes, Claire pulled out the clothes from inside the closet.
"Ehmagawsh that is soooooooooooo cute!!!" Violet squealed. It's actually not that bad, she reflected, thinking of previous outfits her "friends" had chosen for her.
It was a tight-fitting, white tank top with the words New York City written in glittery pink, along with a pair of low-slung jean shorts. There was a pair of burnished amber one-inch heels, and, as the ultimate accessory, a signature stripe demi Coach bag. "This is so totally awesome," she gushed as she slipped the clothes on.
As she pulled on the shorts, she remembered about the Todd problem. Her head swam with worry. Claire and Emma would want to know why she dumped him.
Therefore, as she walked out of the closet, Violet said casually, “You know, I think I’m gonna break up with Todd.”
As she had expected, this news caused not a little horror with Claire and Emma. “What?!” they practically screeched. “Why?!”
Violet shrugged nonchalantly and sat down in front of her vanity desk. “The sex was good, but not good enough for me, you know?” she said calmly, and started to straighten her naturally wavy honey-brown hair.
“But you just said it was perfect!” Emma was still struggling to wrap her mind around the “breakup of the perfect couple,” as she called it.
“Yeah, but it could’ve been better, and only the best will play it with me.” Violet smiled coyly at herself in the mirror. Please let them just drop it… she prayed silently. “What do you think: purple, indigo, or blue?” She held out three bottles of hair highlights, which she changed every day.Claire walked over and inspected Violet’s hair, then the bottles. She had gotten over the little shock rather quickly. “Definitely purple today,” she affirmed. She perched herself on the edge of the bed and crossed and uncrossed her long, tan legs. “But seriously though, why are you dumping him?”
