Pretty Girl

Chapter Twenty Three - July 27th 2014

Chapter Twenty Three

Katrina's Pov - 19 Years Old


I was quietly biding my time until something, anything came to me, hit me and made me realise I missed something.

This couldn't be it right? It seemed too wrong. Too simple.

Jeremy Sinclair was not the degenerate specimen that put his díck inside me that day. How did I know that?

He was so lost out of his mind two days after the incident that I knew it couldn't have been him. He didn't even know about the rumours going around so he had no reason to lie considering he was high twenty four - seven.
No injuries either.

He told me that someone stripped him down that night and a few hours later he had a really good time that night. It was with Vanessa. She couldn't come clean to anyone and she didn't have to. The drunk  fools made a video which obviously cleared them of any suspicion in this case here.

Her boyfriend Jay would've been insanely pissed if he knew Jeremy was with her and I was guessing he found out eventually because a week later, Jeremy was beaten up so bad, it was a miracle he made it through alive.

It was none of my business anyways, why would I care?

After looking through everything I recalled, I came to an obvious conclusion.

Someone posed as Jeremy and did that to me. I was unable to figure out who and it was the one thing I needed to know.

Who would work with Cassandra? Why would they risk everything to ruin me? I knew I'd hurt many people but it was  weird.

This felt personal, I was barely coherent when everything happened but his voice — it seemed familiar.

Whoever he was, his days were numbered.

When I woke up the first thing I did was check for the object.

I was always structured with this. Always followed the trail.

I learned from the best many years ago and it really came of use now.

Everything was obviously clean. Too clean.

There were a pair of scissors in the cabinet next to me. It had to be that. There was no way I'd be able to find out who I stabbed with the scissors, it had been completely disinfected. No trace of anything.

It was a dead end but I did what I needed to.

I left my mark on him. It was all I needed to do.

I didn't graze him, I stabbed him hard. That would cause permanent injury, which meant a scar.

All I needed to do was find half naked men who were at the party and inspect them for scars or injuries on their side.

Not really easy to do unless I went around seducing and stripping down every dude around. No other way about it unless I revealed my intentions which I obviously couldn't do.

Along with the fact that Amanda practically banished me to California for a while ever since I 'pushed' Cassandra off the cliff, life had been immensely boring.

Cassandra played the pity card and got a wonderful vacation with her brother to get away from the so called toxic environment that she had been in while I was treated like some sort of criminal.

She came back to college two weeks ago and she was acting like the snotty princess that she thought she was.

The fake look of fear on her face she always had when the others were around us whenever she saw me was hilarious.

I couldn't touch her and she knew that, she should honestly have gone to acting school instead.

Whatever.

Alex genuinely didn't care about me at this point and I thought that was the only thing out of this whole dramatic incident that bothered me.

He did not look at me. I would've taken hatred over this. I was just nothing now and I was tired.

We were at his club a while ago, he saved his precious little sister and did not acknowledge my existence.

I hadn't been able to figure out who the piece of shit that hurt me was and I'd lost too much time. It had been over seven months.

Scars healed. They faded and for people like us with money, they didn't even exist after a while. I needed to find out who it was by next year or I'd have no hope.

There was so much that I needed to understand and figure out.

I still saw Cyrus around but Verona had convinced me that it was just a sign of trauma or some dumb crap like that. Verona's amazing but I always ended up tuning her out when she started trying to be my therapist. How did she even know he was really dead? He might not be.

Cyrus shouldn't even bother me. He was a closed chapter, so why the fúck did he have to make me miserable even after his damn death.

I knew she was trying to help but she really wasn't. I fully believed that I was not crazy and nobody could prove me wrong unless they brought me solid proof.

I actually saw him. Maybe it was a ghost. Maybe he survived somehow though I knew that was close to impossible but what in this world was really impossible?

Anything could happen.

Leaving all the actual problems aside, things were starting to get interesting here too.

Cassandra had managed to convince everyone here that I hated her because I was in love with Ronan. She didn't want anyone to know that someone like me could ever date her brother so she spun her little lie and danced around with it.

It basically went like this.

I tried to kill her because I was in love with Atlas and when he found out, he shunned me and left me for Cassandra's friendship.

Couldn't she be a little more creative?

Why couldn't I have been a vampire that tried to drain her of her blood while she begged for mercy? She wasn't even being interesting anymore.

All she did was threaten me with the one video that allowed her to hold my fate in her hands.

One thing she didn't account for? Ronan actually falling in love with someone. Oh that idiot was in too deep and he probably didn't even realise it.

Ronan had a major soft spot for Cassandra though. Why did all these idiots blindly follow her? They'd probably die from shock if they saw who she really was.

Atleast I wasn't completely fake.

Violetta seemed to be a complete wimp. Someone that could barely stand straight and talk to another person without fainting until I saw her dance.

I didn't like her but for some reason I didn't want to hate her.

I could count on one hand, the number of people who had managed to do something that actually made me look at them twice.

Mia, Alexander and this wimp.

She helped me, when I treated her like crap. If anyone else would've seen me, they would've exploited my weakness considering the fact that they were all scared of me.

Anything to hold against me is a weapon. Cassandra has one. This girl could've had one but she didn't do that.

I thought her kindness was fake. That she was just trying to get along with people because she wanted to fit in like everyone else but I think I was wrong.

She was just trying to make it through. Like me.

I used my anger and confidence to stop people from bothering me and treating me like a doormat. Her reserved nature allowed people to look over her without considering her as a threat and that's how she survived.

Cassandra didn't like her and she'd definitely do something about it.

I was starting to like Violetta and I thought that this would prove to be an advantage to me.

She took away the person I loved, I'd take away one of hers.

She may be able to blackmail me, but it's a video and I had one that could match up to hers. I wouldn't touch Alex but she couldn't stop me from hurting her at all.

It was frustrating because I needed to get rid of that damn video. I'd tried but I was never able to get to it.

I staged a little display in front of Cassandra and her minions with Violetta. Violetta currently didn't know that this was an act.

I needed her to fight back and be rude. Please don't be nice Violetta for fúck's sake.

This had to work.

My plan went well as Violetta finally snapped and gave me the reaction I needed when I treated her like she was nothing to me.

Good. Now they knew Violetta had a damn backbone and that they should be wary. These girls would trample all over her otherwise.
Couldn't have that now could I?

Now they thought that Violetta and I had no connection. No sort of bond at all.

Cassandra was insecure as fuck when it came to Alexander and Ronan.

She held onto them tightly because she knew they were the only people who seriously cared about her but what she didn't realise is, Alexander may always be with her because they're family and they're connected but Ronan could leave. Especially when he found out what kind of person she really was.

That was exactly what I was counting on. Ronan and I had a secret. It was about his family and I was the only one that knew because I was there. So I knew that if he ever found out about Cassandra's secret he wouldn't ever look twice. It would be the biggest insult of his life if he even talked to her after he realised. It was also the reason Ronan couldn't fully hate me even after everything that had happened. Maybe that was the reason people think that we had a thing.