When Destiny Calls

Chapter 1

Girls call me names. Too rude to name. But I don't care. Just because I am pretty,popular and smart. I am basically perfect; I'm not mean, just a narcissist. I only care about me, myself and I. I have only one flaw though. The one that makes me perfect. Narcissism.

Girls get jealous, it's just the truth.. But I don't. My perfection just annoys them. Blonde hair, perfect voice... Everything a girl could wish for. All I care about is getting to the top of the popularity totem pole. Over the years I have competed with pretty and smart, cute and dumb but worst of all HOT girls. But yet I have still won. It is practice I suppose.

I have loads of friends. Maybe not friends more like subjects that look up to me. Little chicks taking shelter under my wing. The reason why I have been placed at the top of the totem pole is because of my boyfriends, hotness and talents. I suppose it is a combination of everything. But girls get jealous like I said before. So I just had to overlook it and continue on.

 Wearing a frilly yellow top and denim shorts was enough to make guys drool. So with added beautiful long wavy blonde hair and dark sunnies... Let's just say I could pre-dig the boys' graves. As per usual my friends bombarded me with endless questions about beauty, fashion and boys. Nothing was interesting today.

But then Jess came running up to me. I knew it was her as I heard her clicking of her high heels against the concrete ground. I sighed, she was such a suck up, she will do anything I want. She was such a... um... what's the word? Follower. A victim. Subject.

"Izzy, check this out!" She puffed. What on earth would be so important that she had to run in her stilettos? She showed me a picture of a guy. My and gave me the rundown.

"He is the new guy around here. He lives on your street, his name is Brandon. He's a bad boy apparently." I didn't comprehend what she had said. I was too busy staring at the photo. Dark brown hair with his fringe gelled over his head. His perfect eyebrows indicating his deep brown eyes. Even through a photo you could see the shine radiating off his tanned skin. But what stood out the most, was his boyish grin.

 I knew from the moment I saw him, he would fall for me. I was perfect. Every boy wants me. And I mean every boy. But this time, I wanted Brandon as my destiny. But most importantly, I knew that he would want me.

The coldness of the cucumber numbed my eyes until I couldn't think. My back slowly melted into the bed. My head  spun in and out of dream land. A cool black place, where all my troubles would leave me. Not like I had any, because I was perfect. I was a narcissist that was going to find my destiny.