Genevieve Carter has got it all. The house, the friends, the looks, the family, even the perfectly planned future. Vieve has always felt lucky. She knows what it means to be Genevieve Carter, and she's never know anything else.
And then came Alex.
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The week has rolled by and not a minute has passed without thinking about that kiss. About the kiss. About the kiss which felt like thunder and lightning and - fuck it - maybe even fate.
Until that asshole Brock Hunt walked in and told Alex, told my Alex to back off. He told my Alex to back off and, and Alex must've shoved him or something because next thing I knew Alex was gone and Brock was all bruised up and I was alone. And now I'm fussing over my outfit for school for this boy who might be my Alex or might not be my Alex and I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know what I'm feeling but I know one thing: For the first time in a long while days have passed and not once have I thought about it. And that's something.
Finally, I'd gotten ready. I had a feminine white eyelet top with spaghetti straps that didn't show too much cleavage, and low rise light wash jeans. I washed my blonde hair and wore it down with gold hoops. I even borrowed my mom's cartier rings and wore my platform converse to make me 5'9. I was ready. And as I left my beautiful room, with my king sized satin bed and my sea view and gorgeous closet, and as I left the house after kissing my parents goodbye and as I walked down the street with everybody looking at me, I felt like Genevieve Carter should feel, I felt perfect, I felt lucky, I felt whole. I knew I'd get to school and he'd be there and that would be enough. I had the slept the whole night and I woke up smiling. What on earth had that kiss done to me?
So you gotta know how much it hurt when I got there. How my heart stopped, and my smile faltered, and how I did everything I could to not cry right there, on the spot. I am such a fucking idiot. I couldn't think anything else. I am such a fucking idiot to think that I meant absolutely anything to this guy.
Because when I got to that school, the first thing I saw was Alex Allen making out with Katia Fiennes on her locker door, in front of everyone. Without a second thought, I ran into the girls bathrooms and cried my fucking heart out. Because what the hell could've possessed me to think that this stupid guy would ever want me, or that this stupid guy would ever be the thing to piece my heart back together? How the fuck could I have been such an enormous idiot? I know guys like him, I've been warned against guys like him and I was walking around this morning thinking he was different? What an imbecile!
Suddenly, Elodie burst into the bathroom. The first thing she saw was me bawling over the sink, and the second thing she saw was a couple girls staring at me in the corner, who had probably told the whole world that they found Genevieve Carter crying in a school toilet. Just great. Not only am I a crying idiot I'm a crying idiot who didn't bother to check there wasn't anyone else in here before she came to be a crying idiot.
"Get the fuck out. And delete whatever the fuck you were filming on your phone. Got it?" Elodie shouted. "Why should we? She's a wreck. Wait till this comes out and we'll be the next Genevieve and Elodie of Carnegie." They said, sniggering. "What you'll be is pathetic rip-offs who need to find themselves an original personality. And anyways, if you ever speak of this again I'll tell your sister Bianca that you slept with her boyfriend. And that she can check @carnegieexposed4 on Instagram for the video. How's that sound?" She yelled. They darted out of that room like lightning.
"Thank you" I sniffled, wiping my eyes. I slid to the floor and immediately Elodie was by my side. "Hey, I got you. Always." She said, wrapping her arms around me. "Look" she said, dabbing my eyes with her emergency makeup wipes. She's had them since I started having my, um, moments, since, well, you know. "He's an asshole, he's an ugly asshole who doesn't deserve you and he's not the one. You'll find the one, okay Vieve?" I nodded, because I knew there was no use arguing with Ellie when she was feeling protective. She looked at me with pity, tears rolling down my face. "Come on, tell me what's going on?"
I sighed, and sat straightened up against the wall. Suddenly I had gotten my logic back, and finally stopped the waterworks. "What if someone comes in?" "Who are you kidding Vieve? You know this isn't our first rodeo in a school bathroom" we laugh. "I put the out of order sign on the door." "Oh god, you still have that?" I laugh. After the incident we made a fake out of order sign to stick practically everywhere: school toilets, restaurant toilets, janitor closets, classrooms, you name it.
"The thing is Ells. I felt good. I woke up today and I hadn't thought about Jonah for ages." She winces at his name, so rarely brought up that it stays up in the air like fog in between us. "And, I guess I thought, here it is. Your finally.. I don't know, over it. That I can just be Genevieve Carter, Vieve to friends, zero baggage." "Vieve..." Elodie started. "No, but also I guess it's that I thought he liked me. And, the fact he kissed her, in front of everyone, it just shows he didn't five one fuck about me. I mean he didn't even try to hide it from me. What did I do?"
Elodie slapped me then, lightly, so it didn't hurt, but slapped me all the same. "Genevieve Carter you did not do anything. He's just an asshole. There's plenty assholes out there and he's the king of them, king of the assholes in asshole town." At this, we both erupted into laughter. "You know what, maybe I should give him a crown. A gold, shiny crown that says 'King of the Assholes! All Assholes shall bow before me!'" At this, we both mimicked bowing to the assholes, singing the national anthem of asshole town we promised to forever be assholes, but never outshine the asshole King. We giggled until my tears dried. "Come on V, lets go home. We all know one look at your red face and Principal Devon will let you out stat." Ellie said, splashing a little water on my face for effect. And so we went home.
