Chasing Reality

Chapter 4: Who, Me??!

Hey guys! So for whoever is reading this, I really, realllyyyyyy appreciate y'all! I'm fairly new to Wattpad but have been writing since I was about five. This story is a bit different from what I normally write-just a warning! I normally write songs so...:) well, I'll shut up now and let you get to chapter four!

Okay, so I'm not going to lie. I'm jealous. Why do guys never like me? I mean, Bekah could honestly pass for one of the guys. Me, on the other hand? I'm practically the Miley Cyrus of our highschool! Wait...maybe that's not such a good thing...don't get me wrong, I definitely do NOT hump all the guys... Or stick out my tongue...most of the time.
But seriously. Highschool is almost over, and I haven't gotten any action yet. It's time to show them what I'm really made of.
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Bekah giggles down at her phone.
"And that's when I discovered...." My voice trails off. "Bekah!" I exclaim. She doesn't even look up. I sigh in exasperation. Ever since Sean has come into the picture, she hasn't paid one bit of attention to me. Nope, it's always Sean this and Sean that. Honestly, I'm beginning to dislike even the name Sean...
I lean over and grab her phone out of her hands. She squeals and makes a lunge for it, but I hold it out of her reach. I jump off the bed and rush over to the safe that I have in the corner of the room.
The safe holds all of my valuable jewelry:mainly the stuff that my grandma gave me before she died three years ago. Apparently the stuff is worth a shit load of money.
I throw Bekah's phone into the safe and close it with a smirk.
"Now, as I was saying," I continue with a victorious smile on my face.
Bekah groans and buries her face in her hands. "Give me back my phone, Kendra," she pleads, her lower lip sticking out in a pout.
I laugh. "Not until you actually LISTEN to what I have to say for the first time in MONTHS!" I exclaim. Bekah rolls her eyes and tosses her head.
"It has not been months!" She protests, and I put my hands on my hips.
"Wanna bet?"
"Fine. Now what were you saying?"
I smile and sit down on my bed again, crossing my legs and facing my best friend.
"I was saying that I feel like a fake," I begin. Bekah holds up a hand.
"Whoa, whoa, wait! A fake? Kendra, how??" She nearly shouts. I wince at the sudden increase in volume.
"Well, for one, I dress like a slut." I look down at my crop top and jean shorts that could pass for a bikini bottom.
Bekah raises her eyebrows. She doesn't say a word, so I know that by her silence she agrees with me. Not a good sign.
"Two, I don't know how to even have a conversation with a guy without flirting. Even if they're not that good looking, somehow I still end up flirting!" I exclaim in exasperation. I look down at my perfectly manicured nails and groan. In a fit of frustration, I start to viciously chip away at the paint.
Bekah gasps and pulls my hands away.
"What are you doing??!" She shouts. A deep crimson colors my face as the tears begin to come.
"I...I don't know," I answer honestly. "I guess I'm just tired of being me," I continue, and Bekah starts to laugh. I stare at her in confusion.
Her head is thrown back and her smile is wide. Even though she doesn't have any makeup on, she's still beautiful in her own way.
"What's so funny?" I ask quietly. Bekah stops laughing and looks at me with a serious expression on her face. Her dark brown eyes are solemn.
"It's ironic that you're tired of being you, Kendra. If I'm honest, and I've never told you this, but I always wanted to be like you. Hell, I wanted to BE you!" She replies vehemently. My mouth drops open.
"You...you wanted...to be me?" I ask, shocked. Bekah, like me? I shake my head in disbelief.
She nods in confirmation.
"Why?" I ask in confusion.
"You always seem like you have it all together," she admits quietly. I don't know what to say to that. So I remain silent.
Bekah looks at me. "Just keep being who you are," she tells me, And her words are exactly what I need to hear.
I stand up and cross over to the mirror.
My blonde hair lies perfectly in place, and there's a hint of blush on my cheeks. My lips are outlined in red and my eyes are shaded with eye-shadow and mascara. I'm tan and tall, and somehow not happy. But Bekah is right. I am who I am and I can't pretend to be someone else. So who I am is real.

Cast List:
Amber Heard as Kendra