Drunk or Sober

The Tin(wo)man Gets a Heart / Harleigh's POV

///ik last chapter sucked ass i apologize guys but you'll prob like hars pov better... or hate it who knows////

FRIDAY

Anyone who says "winning isn't everything" has definitely gotten the short end of the stick in life more times than most.

Because that's what losers say.

Those words will never leave my freaking mouth so long as I shall live.

Harleigh Wren Queen was not a fucking loser. She was a manipulator, a bitch even, call her what you freaking want, but above all, she was a fucking winner.

Yes, I do speak of myself in the third person; get over it.

Anyways, you'd only imagine my dismay if I ever did loose.

It's bound to happen sometime, right?

I didn't expect it to come this soon though.

I mean, like it or not, I was an icon, a true role model at SHS.

Which also demanded I couldn't be seen with flaws. It was pretty much required I be perfect, and though that was never explicitly stated, it was intended, probably somewhere in fine print or something.

I had a strict diet and workout regime. I was expected to be model-thin with mile-long legs and a tiny waist.

Sophomore year, I gained five pounds after my parents first left. Not anybody asked me how I was; all they cared about was the size of my freaking waist. Of course, nobody stopped talking about my 'near-obesity' until I lost twenty-five pounds.

My hair had to be long enough to literally blanket ten newborn children, because long hair at SHS meant beauty. I've always wanted shorter hair, but my opinion doesn't matter. It's all about what they wanted.

And it was especially significant to be seen with none other than the hottest boy in school, because without him, who was I? Without Ryder, I was just a bottle blonde bitch. We had to be Barbie and Ken, power couple to those little underclassmen.

Naturally, I followed these rules as well as my destiny in dominating.

At around 6:30, I drove to Ryder's. My makeup had been done, though my mask had covered nearly all of it. My red lips popped against my glowing skin, and my dress fit like a glove, hugging my hips.

I was the total package, a stunner really, who wouldn't want me?

Ryder. Ryder didn't want me.

I stepped out of the car.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

No answer.

Knock. Knock.

Still no answer.

His car was there, but where was he?

I peered into the window.

Oh, he was there.

With his arm around Misty's (the girl
I nearly brawled with) shoulder. They were laughing. And watching a movie. Pathetic.

Ryder and Misty were being a normal couple. Gross.

Anger coursed through my veins.

He looked happy. They looked happy.

He never looked at me like that, not even when we would have sex.

You know what? I can't even remember a time Ryder and I were laughing together.