Chapter 1 : Fake tans and David

So sorry the pictures suck but they get better, as the story continues.... Sorry it sucks in the beginning.

        It was a warm summer afternoon, and as usual the doorbell rang but it wasn't for me. “Jessica! Get down here your friend is here!” I yelled.
          I hated when she left me to lookout for her friends and all that other stupid shit. They weren't my type and they simply weren't my friends, Ugh.
      

     Her name was Janelle AKA my sister's replacement sister...For who? Me.

It was no secret that my sister disliked me, but I didn't really care. We always fought ever since we were kids. She would steal my toys, tell me I looked like a boy yet she would steal my clothes, dismember my barbie dolls, and sometimes she would even read my diary...Back when I was into writing about my feelings but I don't do that anymore. I never really wrote anything that personal in their anyways, it was just that fact that she felt like she could read it that pissed me off.

Jessica finally decided to walk down the stairs and greet her friend. I wont lie she looked beautiful. I envied her sometimes, she had the perfect life, perfect boyfriend, perfect look, perfect school life, and everyone loved her. There was nothing imperfect about her.

My mother came down stairs too and she gripped my sister so tight when she hugged her. “Have fun tanning sweetie but don't have too much fun.” She said. Sometimes I just wished I could run away to my own little land and never come back.
 My mom loved my sister, obviously more than me, and every complimenting word she said to her pierced my heart like a just sharpened knife because it was all the things she wished I would be but I wasn't and I never would be.

My mom turned to me as Jessica and Janelle were getting ready to leave.

“Oh sweetie, why don't you go with them? I know you'r a freshman but..I'm pretty sure Jessica could introduce you to her friends... Why don't you just go tanning with them..Try it you just might like it .” She said. 
I felt so sad inside, how could my own mom want me to be something I'm not? How could she want ME to be someone else? How come she couldn't love me for me?

I didn't really know what to say, partly because I was barely listening to a word she said.
 “Eh... I guess I'll give it a try” was all I managed to say but really I just wanted to break down and cry, I couldn't wait until her and dad went on their usual business trips.
 Truth be told, I hated it when they came back for their rare visits back home. They just get on my nerves, they treat me like the outcast in the family. Which I kind of am in a way...

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The car ride was awkward as ever.
I don't know if it was the girly scented perfume that was lingering around in her vehicle that made me feel so awkward or the fact that we were driving in a super blinged out car that looked like the cars you'd see on 'Mtv Cribs' or 'Pimp my Ride'.

“So... Do you think he's over me.. Or do I have another shot?” Janelle said.
 Her and my sister had been talking about some guy for nearly the whole car ride.
Ugh they sounded so desperate I just wanted to throw up. Where was their morals, their dignity,their pride? Ugh, what was wrong with girls these days?

“Fuck no it's not over when he sees you at Cris' party next weekend he won't be able to take his eyes off of you..and his hands”My sister said suggestively.
 That was her life: Partying, boys, drinking, dancing, cheerleading, football games, fake tans, being perfect, looking perfect.
 And then you have me: Plain, simple, as some would say “boring”, but most of all I have a secret talent no one knows about, well let's just say it's a talent that my parents seemed to forget about.

As soon as we arrived Janelle exclaimed “OH SPRAY TAN BABIES I'VE MISSED YOU OH SO MUCH!”
 Her and my sister both ran off and into one of the booths to get sprayed with cold jets of orange pigmented liquid.

I was just sitting there waiting for them, there was no way in hell I was getting in one of those booths. As I was sitting there something caught my eye.

It was David Rakenson , the big sports star at our school that everyone raved about and his girlfriend Casey, who was a cheerleader but I actually liked her. She was pretty nice and surprisingly not fake besides the fact that she liked to fake tan from time to time. 

They were standing there kissing, and it was a bit too much for public.

I looked away and into space not wanting to make it obvious I was watching them. I mean after all how creepy would that be?

It took me a year to realize he... David Rakenson had taken a seat next to me instead of sitting on the other unoccupied sofa.
 I felt his gaze upon me, my entire body locked up and froze I didn't want to make myself look like an ass so I looked the other direction but god dammit he just had to say something.

“Hold up, You don't seem like the spray tan kinda' girl” he said so smoothly with his deep voice. 
Everything around me stopped, living things stopped breathing,it was just us there, no one else.
 Then I realized he spoke to me.

“Oh um I'm not. I'm just here with my sister and her friend, Janelle.” I felt so stupid, so little around him. But why? We were both human right? Why couldn't I just act and feel normal around him?

His light blue eyes sent pulsating electrical currents all through my body. “Your Jessica's little sister aren't you?” he asked me.
 I couldn't help but get over those damn eyes I mean seriously could they not be anymore gorgeous? Damn.

“Yup that's my sis.”  It kind of pissed me off that the only way he knew me was from my sister , I mean I guess you can say I'm over exaggerating but still it was annoying.
I was fed up with everyone using me and my sisters name in the same sentence I just wanted to be me and let myself shine, not share her light.

He looked at me with a smirk on his face “Eh, uh so you guys are coming to Cris' party right?” He asked. 
I knew about Cris' party but I wasn't exactly invited so if I went that would technically be 'crashing.' Right?

“Well.. Um I'm not really a party person but I'm sure my sister is going.” I said, showing little emotion.
 I really didn't know how to respond I didn't want to sound 'thirsty' like I was begging to go because I wasn't then again I didn't want to sound rude either or nerdy.
 Ugh I'm such a mess right now all because of him and his god damn gorgeous self.

He looked me in the eyes , his gaze was so intense. Those light blue ocean eyes looked like the clear ocean waters you'd see in places like Trinidad or Tobago. He was just a work of art, I felt like he was piercing into my soul every time our eyes met. 
“Well you should come have your sister show you around and get you used to other big names in the school.” When he said that I snapped back  into reality I was a freshman, he probably felt bad for me.

His girlfriend finished tanning, she was now golden and gorgeous and they were making out yet again. Besides their raunchy displays of PDA I couldn't stop thinking about that party should I go?