The Devil on Her Shoulder (gxg)

Part 1 - Mila White

Mila White was my best friend.

I've known her since 9th grade.

She had porcelain skin, big blue eyes that were like the sky on a clear day, and long, wavy butter blonde hair.

She looked like a doll- her features were delicate, and it looked like whoever is the creator up above took his sweet time on her.

She wore lots of mini skirts, pastel colors, and always had a colorful scrunchie on her wrist.

She was born to her father, Tim White, and her mother, Jocelyn White. She lived in a big, brick home with white shutters with her parents and two younger sisters- Chloe and Willa.

Mila did not light up a room when she walked in- she commanded it.

Whether she had girls looking at her, secretly wanting to be her- or guys just flat out wanting her- she always all eyes on her.

And that's how she liked it.

Mila was a natural born leader- whether you liked or not, she was the commander in chief. She liked having the power.

She was athletic, and played tennis. Of course, leading her team.

She had aspirations of owning a clothing company one day- everyday wear, strictly for women, and she wanted to complete her degree in Business.

Mila was someone you wanted on your side- when she was on your side, it could make you feel like you were on top of the world.

But if she wasn't on your side- she could cut you like a knife. And she would twist the blade as well.

Even her best of friends always felt like there was a wall she would build up. She was tough, she was fierce, and she was anything but vulnerable.

I had only saw her cry once in the 6 years I had been best friends with her- and that was when her cat, Peaches, passed away.

She was extremely generous to those she loved. She would offer her home, her clothing, and anything someone else needed.

Whether that was for her own gain, or out of the kindness of her heart? No one knows.

She was known by everyone in high school. Everyone knew who Mila White was.

She was nervous that when she got to college, her name would fall to the wayside.

But that was not the case- even at college, people knew exactly who you were talking about if you said the name Mila White.

She would dance until the wee hours of the morning at parties, letting her blonde hair flow and toss around as she moved.

Mila was the type of person to not stop until she got what she wanted. Whether it was something she wanted to buy, something she wanted to do, or something she wanted to accomplish.

This came to people as well.

Mila realized in her late teens that she was attracted to both men and women.

She didn't care if the person she was interested in was with someone else- if she wanted them, she got them. And often, yes, she really did get them.

She could turn on the charm at the drop of a hat, and use that charm on anyone. It could get her whatever she wanted in life.

Mila often talked about wanting to get married one day, having two or three kids, and owning many animals. She absolutely adored animals- of all species. She even felt bad killing bugs.

Mila had her best friends- but she also had her enemies.

She lived for drama, and she loved stirring the pot.

There was never a dull moment with Mila, especially if you went out with her to bars, clubs, or even just to a restaurant to eat.

Mila was one of those people that I always assumed would be around. I assumed we would graduate college together, maybe even get an apartment together after graduation, and she would be a bridesmaid in my future wedding.

But none of that was going to happen.

Why?

Because Mila White was dead.

A/N- Thank you for reading! This was a shorter chapter on purpose. The other chapters will not be this short.